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To My Daughter on Her Second Birthday
An open letter to share my hopes for you.
To my little girl,
You are made of all things magic, sweetness, fire, giggles, and fury. I feel so blessed to be your mother and cannot wait to get through your teenage years which I’m certain will be super fun for both of us.
Parents sometimes share their hopes for their children, so I figured I would share some of mine as you walk into toddlerhood.
I hope you know all the strength you will ever need, you already possess. Draw on inspirational people around you, but know when you need it most, you can dig deep where there is strength to be found.
I hope you know you do not have to follow the crowd. The few fleeting years of childhood where standing out equals ridicule, you’ll be much better off being uniquely you. The adults I see as successful and happy have taken risks, stood apart from the crowd, and see themselves as an eternal student.
I hope you never stop learning. Pick up a book, a dictionary, have a chat with someone you don’t know, just never be afraid to learn more. You will never know everything, but the quest is well worth it.
I hope you experience hardships in your life and face them with all the tools I give you as you grow. It’s sweet and nice to wish our children had easy lives, but that’s simply not reality. I would handicap you if I set you up with the belief that everything will be easy.
Rather, I hope I model perseverance, tenacity, humor, and grit so you are prepared when hardship comes, because it will come. I may not be here when it comes to you, so I will find comfort in knowing you have everything you need to plow through them and come out better on the other side.
I hope you and your siblings are close as adults. Your siblings will become your foundation when your father and I are gone. Make them your best friends even if they drive you crazy.
I hope you understand you are worthy of a relationship that nurtures you, supports your dreams, and places you first. The way others treat you does not define you. You get to define who you are and who has access to you. Choose carefully, my darling girl.
I hope for situational awareness, empathy, humor, and fun for you.
I hope you hold on to the idea that you are more than your failures and successes. You are valuable as a human and the world needs your gifts.
I hope you are a good friend to those that earn your trust. Be the listener, the shoulder to cry on, and the one with a quick joke to make someone’s day better.
I hope you pursue every passion you ever have in life. Do not let yourself age with the weight of regret.
My hope above all hopes is that you always know you are meant to take up space in this world, have a seat at the table, and you make room for those around you.
Love yourself as I do.
See yourself as I do.
Protect yourself as I would protect you.
You are incredible my little love, and I can’t wait to see you persevere, laugh, love, grow, and get back up when you are knocked down.
Sincerely, Your Mama
P.S. I also hope you are potty trained in the next three months. If you could get on that, that would be great.
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