I heard her use the word "adventure" for the first time this weekend.
We were carefully stepping over stones and cacti, bodies slanted to compensate for the slope, and the wind was whipping through her wispy hair. She wiped her dirty hands on her ridiculous outfit, but I didn't even cringe because the shirt and pants had long since been deemed "play clothes."
"Mommy," she said. "Are you go on a abenture?"
I told her we were going on an adventure while my romantic little heart skipped a beat. She had wide open spaces and a mountain to climb and that fearless little girl thought one thing: Adventure.
I realized something when the words left her mouth. All this time, I've been wanting adventure for her because that's what I have always sought for myself. But her adventures will be hers. That's more exciting for me than it is anything else.
And now the only thing more important to me than seeing my own dreams come true is doing everything in my power to make sure that theirs do.
Photo by Hannah Lesley.