letter to my daughter | november

to my daughter,

oh, little love.  so much has happened in the few months since i’ve written a letter to you here.  what strikes me the most is how much you have developed emotionally.  truly growing and evolving and displaying your own strengths and tackling your day-to-day challenges.

i’ve heard 3rd grade is a big step.  academically, i assumed.  but what i have witnessed is more social, more emotional.  you and your friends are starting to carve out your own little spaces in the world through your interests, interactions with others, and voicing opinions on what you experience and see through the lens of a 3rd grader.  you are starting to learn to prioritize your interests outside of school, spending more time reading and writing, trying out different sports, identifying peers that you prefer to share time with, and displaying a better understanding of your own self-care.

like me, you are incredibly sensitive.  this is both a blessing and a curse.  you are compassionate and thoughtful.  you love to write letters to the people you care about.  the other day, we were in the car and you had a 37 minute rant* (*yes, 37 minutes of you talking, me listening and not saying a word) on the importance of friendship and how you would like to spend more time creating more meaningful interactions with your loved ones.  you also are profoundly impacted by other people’s words, inflection in their voices, and anything less than overwhelmingly positive comments that are directed towards you.  this sensitivity, the ability for you to feel so deeply, manifests itself in a variety of ways, sometimes creating laughter and other times, tears.

here’s what i’ve determined.  you are one special little girl.  of course, it’s easy to feel this way because i am your mother.   and others say it to me, because you are my daughter.  but you ARE special.  it’s my job to encourage you to hang onto your magic.  that deep, radiant compassion.  that devotion to your loved ones.  that instinct to reflect on your experiences.  that drive to shine.  that unique ability to make people in your presence feel expanded.  don’t be afraid to use your strengths.  during the good moments, for sure.  and especially on those days when things aren’t so good to work through the real hard stuff.

you are already climbing high in my eyes.  reaching new heights every single day.  sometimes i just want to hold on to you and not let you go.  but mostly i hope you feel it too.  hang onto it, little love.  thank you, as always, for being you.  i love you more and more every day.

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 “the measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.” ~ vince lombardi  

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