She lay on the floor, “mama, I feel small.” “Sometimes, I feel small too,” replied mama. Perplexed, daughter looked at mother, “what makes you feel small?” For in the eyes of a child a mama is always so big. “Well, there’s good types of small, and then there are types of small that don’t feel good. I feel small when I stand next to trees and mountains and oceans, and this is a beautiful type of small… But sometimes people can make you feel small, and that’s the type of small we must stand up to.”
Mothers & Daughters
Mothers & Daughters
Mothers & Daughters
She lay on the floor, “mama, I feel small.” “Sometimes, I feel small too,” replied mama. Perplexed, daughter looked at mother, “what makes you feel small?” For in the eyes of a child a mama is always so big. “Well, there’s good types of small, and then there are types of small that don’t feel good. I feel small when I stand next to trees and mountains and oceans, and this is a beautiful type of small… But sometimes people can make you feel small, and that’s the type of small we must stand up to.”