The Little Girl

On the corner of Everett and 17th street lived a little girl with blonde wavy hair and dark blue eyes almost as mysterious as the ocean. She often sat and pondered on who she would be one day, and how she was going to do it. The girl believed she could be anything she set her mind to. Some days she wanted to be a singer, a photographer, a model, a cowgirl.. even a CIA agent. Other days she just wanted to be a little girl, chasing butterflies in a green field of grass.

The house she called home was small and white with yellow trim. Built in the early 1900's, the doors were heavy as well as the metal knobs that came with them. The floor creaked and sometimes it felt a little haunted. The living room was spacious and she swears one wall was made of windows for her eyes to wander and her heart to wonder.

She would spend most of her time outside with all the boys and girls that lived in the near blocks of her neighborhood. They would ride their bikes to the baseball field and chew big league gum.. Always looking for trouble, always looking for adventure... Always having fun.  

Life was easy, life was simple.

Rain, snow, thunder, you name it; that was her favorite weather. She could find the sun in any kind of storm and she always did.

Her heart grew each day bigger and a little stronger. It beat louder, harder and for new purpose all the time it seemed. She felt things differently.. She felt entirely and passionately.

Though she was a sassy little thing, she grew up to find she was more forgiving than most, more loyal than most and loved a lot harder than most.

At times the girl felt like this was unfortunate but on most occasions she smiled at the thought that she could stay so tender in a world so tattered.

At times the girl got hurt, heartbroken and even abandoned..

She grieved the loss of people but she figured out that it wasn't always the person she was missing; it was the pieces of herself she lost in loving them and It didn't take her long to learn how to celebrate the pieces of herself she found after they were gone.

The little girl found that each year a bigger life lesson was to be taught.

And each year, the little girl learned.

Until one day, the little girl decided she would start teaching herself.

Teaching herself how to fight for her own.

To fight for self love, self appreciation, self humility.

To fight for her beliefs, morals and values.

Fight to teach herself that sometimes being alone is not sad, but something to be rectified. Teaching herself that if she can be happy in her own company; she will never need to depend on anyone else for the sake of her own happiness.

This was the day the little girl turned into a young woman.

Now, what the young woman teaches to the little girl of her own, is this; 

Do not ever underestimate the possibilities of who or what you want to be...

BUT, if there is one thing you should pray to the moon and stars for;

It is the gift to love, the gift to learn, and the gift to live.

The gift to wonder, the gift to fight and the gift to wander.

And most importantly, the gift to never quit chasing Butterflies...  

-lac