Dear Madeline,
You will be 9 years old next Wednesday. You are funny and freckly and a wonderful daughter. I love you with every part of my heart and I feel blessed that you are mine. Even more importantly than that, I like you. I really like you. When I'm not with you I think about being with you. I can't wait to hear your voice and your giggle and listen while you chatter on about your day.
But today I am sad. You came home from school with your school picture proofs today. I expected an adorable picture of my beautiful first born daughter, the one that I can still pick up and carry to bed when you fall asleep in my bed watching a movie. Instead, I got a picture proof of a lovely young lady, who doesn't have chubby baby cheeks, and doesn't look at all like a little girl.
This girl had a beautiful smile and she was wearing a pink and white shirt with a perfectly matched jeweled headband. I know that she was wearing cherry blossom body spray and she spent quite a bit of time on her hair that morning. She listens to Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez in the shower and she diligently checks her favorite stores websites so she can stay up on the styles (duh mom). She has her own facebook and email and she is developing this whole life that she shares with me, but that she has created all for herself.
She also still lets me kiss her goodnight, and we wrestle while she tries to hold me back, but I still get in my 10 kisses. I know when she gets grumpy that she's tired and needs a snack. I can still make her feel better with a hug and the right words. When we take our walks, she tells me about what her life will be like when she's grown up. She's afraid of snakes and band aids, and she really wants to like sports so that she can talk to Daddy, but she doesn't get it, she really doesn't. She'll try any food once if Daddy eats it first, but she would rather eat spaghetti every night.
I love this girl that I have. I love her every minute of every day, and I hope that even though you're rapidly becoming too cool for Mommy, and soon I'll be just Mom, Mommy will always be hanging around to kiss your wounds, tell you that mean people are stupid, boys who don't like you are lame and clearly idiots, and take you on a walk so you can talk it all out. If you promise to never outgrow me.
Love,
Mommy
You will be 9 years old next Wednesday. You are funny and freckly and a wonderful daughter. I love you with every part of my heart and I feel blessed that you are mine. Even more importantly than that, I like you. I really like you. When I'm not with you I think about being with you. I can't wait to hear your voice and your giggle and listen while you chatter on about your day.
But today I am sad. You came home from school with your school picture proofs today. I expected an adorable picture of my beautiful first born daughter, the one that I can still pick up and carry to bed when you fall asleep in my bed watching a movie. Instead, I got a picture proof of a lovely young lady, who doesn't have chubby baby cheeks, and doesn't look at all like a little girl.
This girl had a beautiful smile and she was wearing a pink and white shirt with a perfectly matched jeweled headband. I know that she was wearing cherry blossom body spray and she spent quite a bit of time on her hair that morning. She listens to Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez in the shower and she diligently checks her favorite stores websites so she can stay up on the styles (duh mom). She has her own facebook and email and she is developing this whole life that she shares with me, but that she has created all for herself.
She also still lets me kiss her goodnight, and we wrestle while she tries to hold me back, but I still get in my 10 kisses. I know when she gets grumpy that she's tired and needs a snack. I can still make her feel better with a hug and the right words. When we take our walks, she tells me about what her life will be like when she's grown up. She's afraid of snakes and band aids, and she really wants to like sports so that she can talk to Daddy, but she doesn't get it, she really doesn't. She'll try any food once if Daddy eats it first, but she would rather eat spaghetti every night.
I love this girl that I have. I love her every minute of every day, and I hope that even though you're rapidly becoming too cool for Mommy, and soon I'll be just Mom, Mommy will always be hanging around to kiss your wounds, tell you that mean people are stupid, boys who don't like you are lame and clearly idiots, and take you on a walk so you can talk it all out. If you promise to never outgrow me.
Love,
Mommy
Its like you wrote my heart ib words! They grow up sooo fast!
ReplyDelete<3 this. It's perfect, and I hope she reads it.
ReplyDelete<3 Maddy is a lucky little girl to have a mommy like you!
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