It feels like there is a power cord that connects me to my little girl. When I get too far from her, as when I run an errand or go to a meeting or meet up with a friend, I sometimes feel it come unplugged: my energy dips, my emotional gauges bounce around for a minute and I switch over to reserve power. Which works fine until I can get back home and charge up my batteries with her beautiful face.
Her life– her movement and laughter and growth and grins and kicks and squeals and peaceful sleep– somehow balances the darkness that dwells in the corners of my mind. My love for her offsets the disappointment and frustration that lies beneath my surface.