
21/07/2025
✨ PEEK-A-BOO AS MEDICINE ✨
My daughter is 18 months old, barely out of babyhood.
Some words, mostly giggles, glances, and outstretched hands.
She runs through the world like she remembers something the rest of us have forgotten.
Not just how to laugh, or play —
but how to heal.
And when we walk through the world — especially in stores and on nature paths,
something remarkable happens.
She sees them.
The women who’ve weathered decades.
The ones with soft eyes and heavy hearts.
The ones who may have lost something or someone — long ago.
And without hesitation, she runs right up to them.
She pokes their leg or waves her tiny hands,
dances in a circle or hides behind me,
peeking out with sparkly eyes and the promise of a game.
✨PEEK-A-BOO✨
A tiny veil lifted.
A soul saying:
“I see you… do you see me?”
And in that moment,
age disappears.
Grief brings healing not with touch, or words,
but with presence and laughter.
With remembering.
This is her medicine.
Her offering.
A light so ancient it can’t help but shine through her every move.
She is Baby Shining Star 🌟
And even now,
she’s helping strangers feel seen again.
This is MY daughter and I am PROUD to be her MAMA. 🥰
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(this is not a photo of my daughter but a depiction)