Happy Valentine's Day Mommy.
It seems funny that we need a special day on the calendar to remind us of what we already know. Today is filled with red hearts on display, reminding us that we once shared one heartbeat. I know that is one of your favorite stories, daddy says that every time you talk about it, your eyes fill with tears, that day you first heard my heartbeat: I figure that you were crying because it was the first time you realized that I was developing my own heartbeat instead of sharing yours, but don't worry mommy, my heart will always be connected with yours.
Now that I am thinking about it, this life must be so hard for you, I mean, watching me grow up. To you I must seem like just a baby, but I am really so big now. I am five years old. I am reading everywhere I look, picking out letters and trying on sounds. I have memorized far more song lyrics than you probably even realize: I can more or less sing the entire Trolls Soundtrack. And, as hard as this will be for daddy to hear...I'm getting married. Please, let me break the news to daddy, but I have decided, Hudson is definitely the one, there is no use putting it off any longer, we will be married in kindergarten. I figure the marriage thing makes sense, because once you have mastered the monkey bars, and once you are able to dress yourself for church, what else is there to hold you back?
Ok, maybe the getting dressed thing needs some work. I get it, you asked me to put on an appropriate outfit for church last Sunday and I came downstairs in a bright yellow shirt with a printed logo proclaiming my love of the beach and sporting my favorite grey and pink yoga pants. In my defense, I have been memorizing some of the bible versus that they teach in Sunday school at the Crossing, and I am pretty sure God loves kids who express confidence and happiness...both of which come shining through when you couple a yellow t-shirt with pink yoga pants! So, I'll work on the getting dressed thing, but you must admit, I am starting to get bigger and I know that must be tough on you.
Sometimes, when we are driving in the car, I catch you staring at me in the rear view mirror, or taking my picture when I am wearing doing something just right. I know you are watching me grow up, but I can tell, as much as I grow, you still see me as your little baby, and I want you to know, that is ok with me: I will always be yours. I want you to know just one thing: you aren't only watching me - I'm watching you. It is because of you that I know what it will mean to be a woman. Some day, just like you, I will be somebody worth listening to, I will have strong opinions about those who lead and how they should lead. I know, because of you, that women have every opportunity that a man has and that I will be who I am because of who I am not because of anyone's opinion but mine. I know that princesses are kind and work hard and that although they serve, they belong to no one.. I know that I will one day grow up to be a woman like you.
Happy Valentine's Day Mommy - our hearts will always be in rhythm.
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