Soaking. Soaking in all the cherishing love. Soaking in the bubble bath drawn just for her. Soaking away the dirt, the aches after a long ride, the aches of a little girl heart torn in two…between two.
Her mother and her father were separated. Separated by anger and hurt. Distanced by miles and everything else possible. Between this distance they pulled their children back and forth. Torn between two.
Her mother loved her surely. But she just didn’t know how to nurture, how to care for her little girl. Even just cleanliness…these things remained mysteries. But then a fairy godmother descended and swept her up onto an idyllic ranch. The first activity, a bubble bath. Pampering for her little girl heart indeed, but years later looking back she could see it was also a way to simply get her clean.
Little tow head locks clean. Gingerbread tan limbs clean.
Then tea parties for two. Special settings and celebrations for just her and her fairy godmother. They would sip and savor treats and time together. Dimming the tug of war, giving her space to be a little girl…to giggle, rest, play. Be nourished.
Her little girl heart soaking in all the doting. Being adored. A tangible representation of the Love she was created to know. A Love ever present. A Love where she was, and still is, and always will be, a special favorite. Where the tug of war ceased and she knew where she belonged. Always.
Then she would run out to the the barn, saddle up and ride. And ride. And ride. Fields for miles in every direction, a ranch to roam. To leave her pain behind.
Little tow head locks bounding. Gingerbread tan limbs soaking in the sun. Heart free again. A horse strong beneath her, carrying her beyond. Beyond her heart torn in two. Being carried by a strength terribly large and dangerous, yet so good and understanding, to a place of freedom.
After a long, dusty, sweaty ride she would come back to the house she would indulge another bubble bath. Soak for a moment and just breathe.
Her fairy godmother created a respite and would sweep in to get her every now and then. Just when her little girl longed for it the most. Needed it the most. And this woman who somehow saw, who somehow knew what this little girl needed…she was led by the Hand steady and sure. His Love always present, assuring her little girl heart that He still saw. That He was there.
Her soaking. Being nourished. Being carried by a great strength to freedom.