Five minute Friday is here...five minutes where I'll write without editing, backtracking, or second guessing. Five minutes to write because I love it, because it frees me, if only for five minutes...
Today's topic? Tender
Tender is how she's always approached her big sister, the one who shows her the ropes and gives her the most grief. Her little hands wrap around one that is looking surprisingly like mine these days and I see the tendency for my eldest to act big, to not willing grasp those ballet pink painted fingers and I cry out in my heart, "Please, keep her tender, Lord...soften her."
In the moments where I am able to really see them, to watch them grow and change and adjust in our world, I seek the tender.
To be soft with them in times I am tired and out of patience
For my words and my tone to match when I am about to answer in haste
In the giving of my time when it seems there is none left in our hurried day
I want to be a mother that displays the tender and passes it on, so they might too