My four-year-old daughter flits around the bedroom, darting, and I’m panicked she will collide with a sharp corner. I was not prepared for this child, a burst of movement and thoughts. She arcs towards the window, questions rising out of her mouth: “Mommy, how do birds sit on eggs without cracking them? What if people only had one lip? Why do we have boogers?” I have no answers, only questions of how to be her mother. She flutters and flurries. I wince, envisioning a crash. She comes to me, hovering, landing for a squeezed hug, recharged, before taking off again.
Lina Lau is a green tea drinker and writer in Toronto, Canada. She writes during the between moments of parenthood. Instagram: @_linalau_ X: @LinaLau_