Watching
I have seen it all.
I watched you grow from a basketball with eyes, cooing at yourself in my reflection.
Into a strong independent little girl, standing strong in her karate gi, and her dads cowboy boots.
I watched you stand in front of me for hours, ashamed of the budding body that you were cursed with. Wanting to comfort you after that girl called you a slut, because you were friends with a boy she liked. I wasn't much comfort... I only made it worse.
I watched you dress up in dark black, and paint yourself in makeup to mask your insecurities. And I've seen the blood drip from your wrists when the bullying and depression became too much for you to handle.
I watched you smile, basking in the glory of the wedding dress, and the happily ever after. I've seen the sadness wash over your face, as your body morphed through pregnancies.
Now I watch your basketballs with eyes, morph into strong independant little people.
I have seen it all.