You Are Carrying the Child, Not Erasing Them

In the long middle of the day, when the routine feels heavy and the past slips away, there is a specific panic that tells you you are erasing the child you once were. But the light does not require you to remember every name perfectly to know you are still whole.

There was a voice that said, 'I am the light that is over all things... split a piece of wood; I am there.

Lift up the stone, and you will find me there.' — The light is not in your perfect memory; it is in the ground beneath your feet, in the ordinary soil of this moment. You cannot lose the child you were by forgetting a single name.

The child is still here. The light is still here.

— You are not erasing them. You are carrying them.