I can’t believe I’m already at my Fifth Letters to our Daughters post. It’s become such a special part of my life to be able to document my thoughts and feelings to my precious girls. I’m still so honored to be a part of this circle of woman and read the inspirational things that they write about their own loves.
My Beautiful Libby,
My first daughter, my first born. I planned you, I wanted you, I wished for you and I loved you from the first day I knew I was carrying you. Life with you, my sweet Libby has been richer then I’d ever imagine life could be. Such a tiny little thing you were with so much dark hair and your expressive eyes. How can you be almost 22 now? Where has the time gone? I’ve never known anybody as determined as you. When you were little, you didn’t believe that you might have to go at a slower pace, you didn’t agree with anyone who told you that you couldn’t do something. I remember you in your Piedro boots, laced up high to give you support – repetitively picking yourself up, as soon as you fell. Over and over again, relentless, this tiny little girl so very determined not to let life get you down. You Libby, are my hero. There is nobody more brave, more courageous, and more special then you.
You have your own life now, your own space and I love watching you thrive in it. All the dreams that I once had for you, have one by one been realised. We don’t need to remind you to slow down, to take each day as it comes and just see, because you’ve proved to everyone that you can do almost anything that you set your mind to. In so many ways, it’s you who have taught me a lesson or two. I couldn’t be prouder of you Libby. I no longer worry about you, as I once did. I no longer wonder. I know that you’ll be OK, and that makes me happier then you could ever imagine.
Don’t ever be ashamed of your uniqueness, it’s all just part of the little miracle that you are, and it’s part of why you are so loved. I know there are times when you’ve been sad, when you’ve wanted to be different, and we’ve talked it through and laughed and cried and hugged. But my sweet girl, you couldn’t be loved anymore then you already are, please always remember that when you’re feeling down.
Thank you for making me the Mother that I am today. Without you, that wouldn’t have happened. I’m still learning from you and I always will because your heart of gold, your zest for life and your kindness towards others inspires me every day.
Please continue through this blog circle to read more Letters to Our Daughters from some of the most amazing women I know. Starting with the gorgeous and soulful work of Sarah Cornish of My Four Hens Photography, her blog posts are amazing.