What 3yr Old Gabby Knew And The World Didn't
My name is Gabrielle. I am19 years old and i have a passion for journalism, pink, Lauryn Hill,and all things politics.
When I was a little girl, maybe 2 or 3 years old, I fell in love with flowers. Now to be fair, this love affair began with me over watering my mother’s garden and ultimately becoming the downfall. Truth is, I cared so much, I loved them so much that I watered them, over and over and over again.
I wanted them to grow. I wanted to love them. And I wanted to do everything in my power to make it happen. So I was her helper.
I had a red pair of little ladybug rain boots, two pigtails filled with sandy brown curls and a watercan bigger than I was, ready to watch life happen.
And I watered them, every day. I would go outside grab the hose and let loose. Now as you may have guessed I ruined my mothers little patch of garden on the south side of St. Louis. The petals had fallen, the stems were droopy, and the soil…... Chile it was soaked.
I was DEVASTATED. How could something I worked so hard to maintain, to love and care for, just die like that. It made no sense. I was 3 and I had just encountered my first lesson about life, love and never giving up.
My mother later explained to me that loving something, loving anything takes compromise, takes patience and takes sacrifice.
Just because I loved those flowers didn’t mean that I had to water them every single day, because little amounts of love, of water was enough. And in doing so I was still playing an intricate part in their growth.
She told me that when you love something you HAVE to allow it to love you back. So even if it meant not watering those flowers for a few days, eventually, if i was patient enough, I would see the progress. I would see the growth. And I would feel love too.
At 3 years old, I realized for the first time that being the type of person who cared too much, could sometimes hurt.
But I’m not 3 anymore. I’m 19 and I still love flowers. I still love caring about people. I love weddings. I love baking. I love reading, old school hip hop, museums, making peoples day and no matter what, no matter how tough life gets, trying again.
People with stories, with narrative and character interest me. I embrace stories of struggle because we all have one. I look at scars from the past as battle wounds, because in my heart, those only show how strong you are.
So maybe at 3 I cared a bit too much, and maybe at 19 I still do. But i don’t care. Because moral of the story queens, you are amazing, you are flawed but still fabulous in those moments. From the very moment you touched down on this earth you were important.
And believe me when I say that nothing, and no one can change that. Your worth does not decline due to the inability of another person to see it.
So keep caring, keep watering your flowers, keep loving your music, keep dancing to Sweet Dreams by Beyonce (yas bc I had to throw that in there).
Keep being you. Because when you are yourself, your fullest, truest self, you attract all amazing aspects of the world.
Don’t second guess it, don’t change up. You got it. You are amazing and this life is yours!
As always, Stay Strong !
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