We are just a few months away from you turning another year older, and that means it’s time for another “Letter to my Girls”.
My babies,
I can’t believe how grown you are. You are quickly approaching the ages when all I could think about was wanting to be a wife and a mom.
I need you know that you are my greatest joy!
You are what I dreamed of. You are my living, walking, breathing dream.
When I was your age, I just knew I would be the best mom there ever was. Then, a few years later came T, and thirteen months after that came S, and somewhere along the way, I realized I had absolutely no idea what I was doing!
I went into “this Mom thing” thinking I would know exactly what you needed and exactly what to say and exactly what to do.
Wow, was I wrong.
Parents don’t actually know what they’re doing. We’re out here living each day just guessing, hoping, and praying that we say the right things, do the right things, and don’t royally mess you up for life.
It’s hard. It’s scary. You feel like you’re messing up every single day. You lie in bed replaying moments, wishing you’d said it differently, wishing you hugged your kid instead of finishing the dishes. You doubt yourself constantly…
…And yet, being your mom is the greatest joy of my life.
Here you are, almost 22 and 23 and I’m still trying to be the best mom there ever was, but I won’t always say the perfect thing. I won’t always get it right. I will raise my voice when I should have stayed quiet, and I will move too fast when I should have slowed down and held you longer, but every single thing I do comes from loving you more than I ever knew was possible.
You don’t need to be anything other than who you already are to make me proud. You don’t need to earn my love, prove yourself, or become someone else. You are enough simply because you are you!
If the world ever feels heavy, if you doubt yourself, or if you forget how deeply you are loved, I hope you remember this…there has never been a single day of my life when I wasn’t grateful that I get to be your mom.
I Love You,
Momma
P.S. Stay together. Use the brain the Lord gave you. Come back better, never worse. Be careful. I LOVE YOU.
Cowles Farm 