Daisy's Soulglow

My first ever children's book! Join Daisy's adventure of self-discovery as she learns to nurture and love her own, unique glow.

Daisy’s Soulglow by Lara Macalino

Daisy was small, with a giggle like wind chimes and a smile as bright as morning sunlight. 

She didn’t know much about herself, although she was eager to find what things would later make her special. 

Inside her chest, just like all the other children that lived in her village, glowed a tiny light called a soulglow. It lives within every child, nested deep within their hearts, visible to themselves and the other little girls and boys around them.

Each one must individually learn what makes their soulglow brighter.

One day, Daisy notices her soulglow was soft, not the brightest, but carried a warm golden hue. For a moment, she thought it was pretty. But as she found herself gazing at her friend’s soulglows, it came into comparison. 

Lily’s soulglow danced like fireflies,

Kyle’s sparkled like stars,

Ally’s was a beautiful yellow ombre,

Jolene’s was big and bold.

“I want my light to look like my friends,” Daisy said. So she tried to copy them, in hopes her light would shine just like theirs.

She tried to dance like Lily,

To juggle like Kyle,

To sing like Ally

To hold a handstand like Jolene.

But no matter how hard she tried, Daisy’s soulglow began to dim, like a candle swaying in the wind. 

Daisy sat down, her blue eyes full of tears, like an ocean caught in a thunderstorm. Her chest felt empty and cold, her soulglow, once soft and golden, was now barely a flicker. 

Later that night, tucked into bed by her mama and papa, she explained to them the dancing, juggling, singing, and handstands, and how her light had started to fade. 

Expecting disappointment, her mama kissed her forehead and smiled. 

“Oh my baby Daisy,” she said, “Your soulglow was and is beautiful. Nurture it. It won’t grow trying to be someone else. It grows when you’re simply, YOU.”

Her papa held her hand gently.

“You don’t need to shine like anyone else. Your light lives inside of you. It always has.” 

Daisy sat there, taking in the warmth of her parent’s words. 

The next morning, Daisy went outside alone. This time she didn’t dance or juggle. Sing or hold handstands. 

She smiled and swayed with the wind,

Picked flowers from her garden and gave it to her friends,

Laid in the grass and told stories to the clouds above.

This time,

Deep in her heart,

She felt a familiar warmth in her chest… and when she looked it emitted a beautiful, soft, golden hue. 

And this time,

She loved it.

“I wouldn’t change it for the world,” Daisy said.

Why? Because this one was uniquely and wonderfully hers.