06/18/2026
Today my daughter steps up from kindergarten and my son steps up from his cohort in his school’s autism program.
I spent the morning doing what I often do when life feels too large for regular degular language. I turned toward my liberation literature practice.
I pulled cards from Abiola Abrams’ Secrets of the Ancestors deck and let the messages guide me toward poetry.
Bibliomancy is one of the ways I listen more closely to books, to intuition, to the people who came before me, and to the parts of myself that know things before I can explain them. I grew up seeing my abuela practice with her Bible.
As a mother, these milestones arrive carrying contradictions. Pride. Relief. Gratitude. Grief. Wonder.
I look at my children and realize that so much of parenting is witnessing.
Witnessing who they are becoming while quietly making peace with the versions of them that no longer exist.
The little girl who walked into kindergarten and the little boy who first entered his autism program are still here, but they are also evolving.
Today spirit, the cards, and these poems reminded me that growth is rarely a door we walk through once. It asks something of everyone involved. The child changes. The parent changes. The family changes.
So tonight I am sitting with poetry, a full heart, and the privilege of watching two children continue their becoming.
What books, poems, or practices do you turn to when life gives you more feelings than words?
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