Izzy at 7
I see my second-born granddaughter, now 7,
and I feel the effort of her being, and her becoming,
I feel both her joy when all goes well,
when she is completely captured in the wonders of the world
she can work with in her play,
and her sorrow when her will feels thwarted,
I love to watch and appreciate the virtuosity of the parenting
that rides with her on the swells of feeling,
and somehow finds how to both support and guide
those moment-to-moment decision-makings
within which all of us live our lives.
by Henry H. Walker
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