I am not who I was.

My daughter is content. She is not who she was. Her voice has grown deeper, her ways have grown lighter. She is calmness and thoughtfulness and dedication. Life in the seventh grade has been the best life ever.

My daughter is a storm. A deep, roiling storm. She is not who she was. Her eyes still sparkle, but we’re only beginning to see the flames that the spark reflects. She is coming into her own and the layers are slowly peeling. Life in fifth grade has been revealing.

My daughter is enthusiasm. Funny, but I think she is who she’s always been. Maybe someday she won’t be who she was. She rattles and moves and loves and dislikes with fervor. Life in second grade has given her a whole new vocabulary with which to rattle.

I am not who I was.

My husband is not who he was.

And love goes on.

I will not be who I now am.

God was and is and always will be.

And love goes on.

  1. #1 by caity on June 4, 2008 - 11:34 pm

    I like this…enough said


  2. #2 by Bean on June 5, 2008 - 12:25 am

    …yet…some things never change.


  3. #3 by Jason on June 5, 2008 - 12:48 am

    I am not who I was either. I can relate to this post. Les, I truly value your insight. Thanks so much.


  4. #4 by kirsty on June 5, 2008 - 4:30 am

    That is really beautiful, Les.


  5. #5 by Karen Hodge on June 5, 2008 - 9:10 am

    Pure Poetry!


  6. #6 by mom on June 5, 2008 - 12:43 pm

    You’re still cute tho’.


  7. #7 by Leslie on June 5, 2008 - 1:43 pm

    Keep ’em coming, mama.


  8. #8 by carlee on June 5, 2008 - 5:35 pm

    Your words touch somewhere deep inside of me. You are a very special person.


  9. #9 by Todd on June 6, 2008 - 8:32 am

    Today I am a statue, hard and unbending. Someday the wind will have completely worn me away.


  10. #10 by mackenzie on June 6, 2008 - 1:23 pm

    i love this. you have such a beautiful way of verbalizing realities we all see and experience but can’t quite speak of.

    lovely, leslie. just lovely.


  11. #11 by Carrie on June 7, 2008 - 9:51 pm

    I love this, So true. I always find myself wanting those I love to never change, to always be who they are at this moment, yet anticipating with excitement who they will become, and loving the milestones they pass, the changes they make. I miss who my kids were when they were little tiny babies, who they were when they were toddlers, yet love who they are now, and can’t wait to see what’s around the next corner of their journey. I love who my husband was when I met him, yet love even more who he has become, and again, look forward to who he is becoming and will be down the road. I guess that’s the story of life. I love that God is always steadfast and unchanging. What comfort lies there!


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