Oh, my tiny little baby.
You will be so small for such a short time.
Soon you will grow big and brave and leave my arms.
Someday you will find your place of peace, your very own.
I see you outside, wandering off into the woods all by yourself.
I know you’ll be fine.  I can trust you now.
You will search for a place where only you will know,
Where you can sit and think and feel perfectly safe.
It may be under a pine tree,
It may be by a small stream.
Your place may be in the middle of a grassy field
Or deep inside the thicket.
It may just be a special rock that fits you just right.
No matter where it is, you will own it.
Your footprints will be the only ones coming and going
And you alone will know the exact smell during every season.
You will go there when you are scared
Or confused
Or lonely
Or happy
Or angry
Or for no reason at all.
And you will come home feeling much, much better.

But until you have grown into your wandering boots, I hope you find peace and solace in my arms, little one,
For it is when you are in my arms that I find my very own peace.