Lovable.

I wrote these words to a familiar melody and have been singing them for the last few weeks. P is in a newly self-conscious phase where every reproach leads to tears as she whimpers, “are you mad at me?”. I see the worry behind that question, and I ache for her to feel secure in my love. I hope the lullaby communicates that all her feelings are lovable, even the tough ones.

I love you when you’re happy,

Love you when you’re sad.

Love you when you’re furious, frustrated, or mad.

I love you when you’re curious.

Even shy or glad.

I love you all the time, cause I’m your mom and that is that.

I find myself and my daughter learning the same lesson - there is enough love for all of us, just as we are.