When I was a child, I never intentionally went for walks in the rain;
I was too “well behaved” to dare make a mess in the mud;
I carried a fear that I had been taught — too afraid of catching a cold to let the rain touch my skin;
But I choose to be the kind of mother who stops to jump in puddles with her daughter when it’s raining;
to listen to the rain falling on the ground;
to smell the fresh scent that rain brings.
I choose to be the kind of mother who gives her daughter time and space to explore her world, even when it’s raining and there are errands to run.
