The White Horse
We’re a music family. Well actually, I am a music fanatic so the rest of the family doesn’t have much of a choice. It’s usually always on and most times, I’m singing it. My girls, as most girls, have taken a liking to Taylor Swift. I’m okay with that and (man card alert) sorta dig her CD. So the other night we were singing the words to “White Horse” and that’s when it happened….
My 7 Year old (Princess #1) – I don’t know what that song means. What’s it about?
Me – It’s about getting your heart broken
Princess #1 – What does it mean to get your heart broken
Me – I hope you never find out…..
No sooner had the words left my mouth did it hit me….she will. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, there is nothing I can do about it. I thought about locking her away with her younger sister in a high tower with nothing but a spinning wheel, but I’m not aware of any large castles in our town. I could get all legalistic and crazy, start a shotgun collection and impose the wrath on whatever boy steps foot on my property, but that would probably get me arrested. What scares me is that there will be boys and I was….well…a boy once too.
It keeps me up at night….
There was a lot of grace involved in my years as a teenager, college and even after that. I’ve got to keep that in mind. I know one day a boy, with a white horse (preferably a Ford Mustang) will show up in my driveway. This is where I lean into grace, the way we’re bringing her up now and let go of the handlebars. I pray I am showing her love so she won’t seek it. I pray I’m giving her purpose, confidence and wisdom. Because I know one day the white horse will arrive and ride her away. If she returns with a broken heart I’ll kill him we’ll help her mend it and prepare it for the one that won’t break it.
And pray a lot…..