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If I should have a daughter,

instead of Mom, shes going to call me Point B.

And Im going to paint the solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say,

Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.

And shes going to learn that this life will hit you hard, in the face; wait for you to get back up, just so it can kick you in the stomach, but getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.

There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry.

So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isnt coming, Ill make sure she knows she doesnt have to wear the cape all by herself.

Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.

Believe me, Ive tried.

And Baby, Ill tell her, dont keep your nose up in the air like that.

And Baby, Ill tell her, dont keep your nose up in the air like that.

I know that trick; Ive done it a million times.

Youre just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.

But I know she will anyway. So instead, Ill always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate cant fix.

Okay, theres a few heartbreaks that chocolate cant fix.

But thats what the rain boots are for.

Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it. I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because thats the way my mom taught me

That therell be days like this. Therell be days like this, my mama said.

When you open your hands to catch, and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly, and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain, and youll be up to your knees in disappointment.

And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you.

You will put the wind in win(d)some, lose some.

You will put the wind in win(d)some, lose some.

You will put the star in starting over and over. And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive.

But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar: it can crumble so easily, but dont be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

Baby, Ill tell her, remember your mama is a worrier, and your papa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.

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