Bringing Up Zayli
My niece we call Zayli is being raised by women dedicated to her happiness, care, and upbringing: her mother (my sister), and I–and our mom to some degree. We are shaping who she is becoming, molding that mind and filling that heart; teaching her so much more than ABC’s and 123’s, but most importantly how to love and live in this crazy, beautiful, cold, warm world.
She is a whirlwind of tenderness, yet with tremors of rebellion. She absorbs everything, but thankfully has remained shielded from anything that would prematurely poach her innocence. She has loads of attitude, still sweetness is her prevalent trait.
I think we’re doing fine so far.











