You are safe here. In the dark corner of your cozy nursery.
There is no hate, no school shootings, no grocery store tragedies.
There is no racism or sexism. You are accepted and loved, just as you are.
There is no poverty or excess.
There is no hunger or hypothermia. There is no disease or virus.
There is no pressure to please others or obligation to fall in line.
There is no bullying. There are no politics. There is no dishonesty.
There is no scale. No size. No style. No budget.
There is no violence, no yelling, no anger.
Sometimes there are tears, but I will always take care of those.
And there is a warm bottle and worn blanket.
There are two strong and soft arms, just right for your little frame. Always right for you. Any time.
I know there is a certain level of privilege in this space. I know that. I am grateful to have the means to provide this for you.
I wish I could bottle up this time. I wish I could save this contentment and peace for you.
And when you enter the world, and the world shows you its ugly truth, I would gift you these perfectly packaged moments of safety and love and wholeness. I would stock my closets and cupboards with memories and moments of serenity for you.
Because the world will try to shatter you. It’s how it goes. It is an unperfected world.
It doesn’t deserve my perfect little human. And you most certainly deserve better than this world.
But you will leave this chair. And this room. And even this house someday.
You will follow your dreams. And I will quiet my nightmares. And you will do what you were born to do.
And when the broken world tries so hard to break you, I will hold you. You are safe here.