You are unaware, yet so aware. You are navigating with us waters we have been thrust into. We did not ask for this. But you are full of grace and second chances and patience and expression. You rail against things you don’t understand (darlings, I don’t understand them either), but then you move on. And move back. And it’s lovely and hard and I admire you.
I want you to know that life is beautiful. That people can be… Supernatural. They can love like heroes – they can save lives and find value and beat death. I want you to know that there are things here worth pursuing. There is friendship – the real, raw, yummy kind that burrows deep and brings you joy. There is caramel and chocolate, strawberries and cantaloupe. There are sights that make your heart hurt in wonder, places that make you feel small in the best way. The sun sets and rises and it is remarkable every time.
And there are monsters.
This world is a place I’m glad to be a part of, but it is not safe. I want you to know this, too. Because sometimes the best, most light-filled person you know might be overtaken and that is something you must live through. That is something you are living through. There is unspeakable beauty here right alongside insufferable evil.
I want you to know that you will soar here and you will fall. Hard. And I want you to know that there is no answer for why which will satisfy your anguished inquisition when you face the world’s injustices. I want you to know that sometimes it just looks like the monsters are winning. I’m sorry. It just does. Night time seems to last the longest.
But here is the thing, my babies: Mornings always come and this is also your world. There is magic here and you don’t need a wand to conjur spells or curses. Choosing to believe that the monsters don’t win takes away some of their enchantment. I want you to be bold in this life. I want you to know you are brave and you are hope. You are already living like heroes, just keep believing that Good Wins Out.
I love you, my little ones. And that won’t always be enough, but when it isn’t, hold on. Monsters hate the morning.
All my love,