You taught me presence.
You taught me to slow down.
You taught me that social appearances really aren’t my thing.
You taught me to look after myself.
You taught me the value of me.
You taught me to practise yoga.
You taught me patience. And a hell of a lot of it.
You taught me that I could really care. Truly.
You taught me how to cook (more cause your Papa started that journey for me).
You taught me to go back to the library again.
You taught me how to use breath to cope with pain.
You taught me to write all over again.

Aru.

Whomever thought that having children was just giving and giving was entirely fooled.

We get the most patient teachers of all.

xx

K