Blueberry Girl

Ever since I was a young girl I have loved blueberries, one of my favourite memories as a teenager (13/14 yrs old) was driving to our family camping spot with my Dad in this OLD motor home. This motor home was on it's way out YEARS before we borrowed it or rented it, I don't know. Anyways, here we were, my Dad and I, in this old motor home blaring country music and eating blueberries. After our hour long drive, the FLAT of blueberries was almost gone! We gobbled them up, in between singing at the top of our lungs and "solving the worlds problems" as my Dad would say. I remember him telling me stories about his Dad growing blueberries and how much his Dad loved blueberries. My Grandpa died when I was 5 yrs old and this blueberry connection brought me closer to him.

It's funny when you take a glance back at life what foreshadowed in your life, even down to your favourite food as I learned tonight.

Tonight as we were going through our children's library, I found this book "Prayer for a Blueberry Girl" By Neil Gaiman. My best friend gave it to my daughter a couple years ago and  after reading it tonight I knew I had to share it's message. I have read it numerous times to my daughter, each time I enjoy it more and more. After reading it tonight, a light shun down on me as I was sitting there with my free spirited, big heart girl! I truly feel I am raising a blueberry girl, just like my Mom and Dad did. 

Prayer for a Blueberry Girl

By Neil Gaiman

Ladies of Light & Ladies of Darkness, & Ladies of Never-You-Mind,
this is a prayer for a Blueberry Girl.
First, May you ladies be kind.

Keep her from spindles and sleeps at sixteen;
Let her stay waking and wise.
Nightmares at three, or bad husbands at thirty;
These will not trouble her eyes.

Dull days at forty, false friends at fifteen;
Let her have brave days and truth.
Let her go places that we've never been;
Trust and delight in her youth. 

Ladies of Grace, and Ladies of Favour,
and Ladies of Merciful Night,
this is a prayer for a Blueberry Girl,
Grant her your clearness of sight.

Words can be worrisome, people complex;
Motives and manners unclear.
Grant her the wisdom to choose her path right,
Free from unkindness and fear.

Let her tell stories, and dance in the rain,
Somersault, tumble, and run;
Her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep,
Let her grow like a weed in the sun. 

Ladies of Paradox, Ladies of Measure,
Ladies of Shadows-That-Fall;
this is a prayer for a Blueberry Girl,
Words written clear on a wall.

Help her to help herself, help her to stand,
Help her to lose, and to find.
Teach her we're only as big as our dreams,
show her that fortune is blind.

Truth is a thing she must find for herself,
precious, and rare as a pearl;
Give her all these, and a little bit more,
Gifts for a Blueberry Girl. 


My gift for my Blueberry girl daughter is to raise her and show her that any dream is possible as long as she believes in herself. Mom and Dad will always be here for her as she discovers herself and her true calling. 

Without my Mom and Dad supporting my big dreams I wouldn't be the woman I am today. I am forever grateful for the times they guided me, as I rose and as  I fell. The end result was always me learning and growing as a human being, a strong woman and now as a Mom.

Have a wonderful day feeling alive,