A Letter To My Daughter

Dear Boose,

When I checked on you tonight, I noticed that your feet nearly touched the footboard at the end of your bed. I stood there staring at you for awhile, wondering how it was possible that you'd grown so much overnight.

You are growing up too fast. It's not your fault. It was bound to happen. But there are times when I reach to hug you and can't seem to find any part of the baby that you were.

There are things I miss about that baby.

I miss how she called birds, "ya-yas", calling out, "Dat a ya-ya" everytime she saw a bird flying in the sky.

I miss how she shrugged her shoulders up and down whenever she got excited.

And even though I worried and worried that she'd never grow hair, I miss that soft bald head.

Can I tell you a secret, though.

I'm so proud of the young woman you are growing to be. You are kind, compassionate, and fair to a fault. You laugh with every bit of energy you can find in yourself...and cry for those who others wouldn't think to cry for.

You drive me crazy with your competitiveness, but I can't help but admire your determination to succeed at everything you do. You've got me convinced. There's nothing you won't conquer.

I love the way I snuggle down on your bed to have some "girl talk". You see the world in such a unique way. I learn from you daily.

Baby, it's okay to be a little different. It's okay to like things that other people think are dumb. You've got the conviction to carry it off.

And sweetie, other people are always going to try to get you to be just like them.

Don't fall for it.

Shine just as brightly as you want to. Those seeking light will be drawn to you. They already are. I know I am.


I love you forever and always,

Mommy