Can I call you a girl? My girlfriend?
Oh! You don’t want that etiquette anymore, have you reached this magical age of life where people dream of years to come, make plans for adulthood, aspire to freedom?But can I ask you, my daughter, doesn’t that grow?
- I see you fly with still immature wings.
- You want to leave my nest and I want to have you in a small pot.
- Forever like this.
- Just for me.
- But isn’t it? Every day I see you a little further than my arms can reach.
- Every day I feel my heart squeeze and you find my way of loving exaggerated.
Daughter? I wasn’t the best mother and unfortunately I never will be, I try, but I only know how to be like this in my own way and I keep hope that you won’t grow up without realizing that I somehow have my greatest love for you.
One day you will repeat to your children what my mother told me: “When you are a mother, you will know. “And now, when I see you grow up, I understand the depth of the feeling that a mother is capable of.
Because you know, I’m not going to fool you, here on my chest, there’s no way, you’re always going to be a girl?
And this flower of age, eh for me?When did I blink and jump out of that crib where you slept so serenely for this beautiful soul girl, wanting to stop being my baby?What about this flower of age? This mania of disobeying me and growing up so fast What’s the hurry?
Will the years ever be reversed? As you get older and life matures, I get older and start retiring. One day, any of those days that pass so fast, you will surprise me like an admirable woman and I will look at you there, in the corner of my old age, with that same love.
But in the meantime, can I call you a girl?I can ask you, my daughter, she doesn’t grow up, does she!