We (my family) are all feeling tender, but having trouble being tender. Not a good combination. Compounded and complicated by a wicked Mercury retrograde.
Yesterday my daughter and I sparked, flamed. Both of us got scorched. Tender. Today the baby kicked for the first time. Another tender moment.
There is this: touching over and over the tender edges of my relationship with my daughter, I am learning something new. About letting go. About acceptance, about the necessity of an open heart and hand.
Some days I do not want to have such a big learning curve. I want it to be finished, this painful growing, these tender, ouchy moments. Other days I am glad to be challenged, glad to find new ways to come back into alignment, to be like an anemone, snatching its arms back in, then blooming out into love again and again.