This song has been making me think of my youngest daughter. She is whom I also call Firecracker. I call her that because she can be explosive and loud. She can also be very beautiful and delightful. She is who she is. She is my sloppiest child. She will never ever put away something on the first try. Essentially it takes her like 100 times more self discipline to put her clothes down the laundry shoot then it will ever take me. I suppose she will never be the most studious student either. She hates math and really does not really like school either. She can run out of her classroom and hide. She can rip up paper into many different pieces. Her world is about fun and boring... there are no rules. In her world you hope you just don't get caught by adults and if you do, try lying about it first.
There is something about her though. Even as I type this, I look at her with such joy. She is currently taping paper together and is very content and happy. There is this one look in her eye. I see it when she is happy and content. I love watching her explore the world around her. I love the gleam she gets in her eye before she tries to negotiate terms with me. I love watching her dance as if no one was watching her... she just does it for her. I love when she gets shy and bashful, because it contrasts her loud side and it shows the softer side of her. I can enjoy the times when she just curls herself into me and says "I love you mom".
She has a story. One that I can't imagine. One that made her who she is. I do love her for her. All the good and all the not so good. She is mine and I am hers.
"(S)he cries in the corner where nobody sees
(S)he’s the kid with the story no one would believe
(S)he prays every night, “Dear God won’t you please
Could you send someone here who will love me?”
Who will love me for me
Not for what I have done or what I will become
Who will love me for me
‘Cause nobody has shown me what love
What love really means"
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