Bear. Deer. Fox.

Scrolled brainlessly though the Instagram feed. I watched many baby videos in a typical way. I laughed and cried many times. Then came a deer video. A mother deer grooming her baby deer peacefully in the woods. I sobbed and cried until there was nothing left for me to do but sleep. What a long day, what a very long week.

Why doesn't the mama deer cry her baby deer when it's ready for the world and doesn't need her anymore. Why don't we humans have the animals grace in accepting, being, flowing... I'm so tired from my humanness, how I wish I could be like that graceful deer, doing what nature designed for it to do, no resistance, no worrying, no extended attachments, no anxiety, no fear, no pain... 

I thought of you a hundred times this week, you're not a girl anymore, you're not my girl anymore, you're a woman. I feel it, I know it. I gave you the space you so long wanted and needed and never understood it before. 

Now I know. It's all right now. Sleep at peace, and when the day breaks, soar... I shall never hold you back from this moment on. I'll keep my protective side to myself. Mama bears turns gentle deer. Mama has finally gotten it. You have it your way now, foxy.  Let there be other stories to tell than those I knew, I imagined, I remembered, I hoped for.

From a woman to a woman, I wish you the very best. You could call me Rana again, I'll turn the page, a heavy chapter has ended.