I love that you're you, in everything that you do.
You are fierce and wild. You're bold and strong willed. You are compassionate and loving. You are a righter of wrongs and will fight until the end for the smaller windshield wiper. I hope no one ever puts your fire out. You, my little one, are so bright.
I love that you cut your hair into a little pixie cut because brushing it was just not worth your time. There are far better things to do. There are bugs that need new habitats, bunnies that need to be found and inventions to be invented. There is nothing you can't build with paper and duct tape. You never worried about what people would think. You loved it, that's all that mattered.
I love that your clothing style is comfortable, convenient and a little bit quirky.
I love that you could be surrounded by your friends, in the middle of a very important discussion, and will still run up and greet your brothers, sharing in the excitement of their days.
I love that everything you do and every teacher you have is always your 'absolute favorite.'
I love that you still hug and kiss me and that it has never crossed your mind that you might be 'too old' for that.
I love that you sing at the top of your lungs and dance to any song in front of crowds of people you've never met.
I love that everyone is your best friend, even if you met them a mere 30 seconds ago.
I love your passion to do all the things, all the time.
I won't lie. Sometimes you drive me insane. You like to come as close as possible while simultaneously jumping up and down and repeating something (a song, a question, a noise) over and over. I think you (not so secretly) like to see me crack because you will grin your mischievous grin and scurry away.
You, my sweet girl, can throw a massive tantrum and you will do it in front of anyone, anywhere. I've asked if it bothers you that people are watching. You shout 'I don't care!' with such gusto and continue on as we head home. I always remember later how envious of you I am.
There are days when I want to wet noodle into a puddle on the ground, shouting about how something is 'not fair!!!' This is your biggest complaint. I want to cry and yell and stomp my feet but most of all, I want to not care what everyone is thinking about me.
You don't care what anyone thinks of you and I am SO envious. I tend to forget in the moment as I find myself staring at the ground and rushing to the car. I admire you, little one. I don't tell you nearly enough. With two little brothers, a grandparent that requires a lot of help and the craziest of dogs, I end up losing track of time. I should be telling you all the time, while things I say still matter to you. I know I don't have much time until I embarrass you by my mere presence or anything that comes out of my mouth elicits an instant eye roll. I know all too soon that the words of your friends might become all that is holy in your life. I want to make sure you hear how incredible you are and how admirable you are as much as you can while I am still the person you look up to. It's funny, kiddo. I may be taller than you but you are the one I look up to.
I love you to the unicorn and back. Don't change. Don't lose your light. You do and you don't look back. Please always keep doing.
Love Always,
Mom
You are fierce and wild. You're bold and strong willed. You are compassionate and loving. You are a righter of wrongs and will fight until the end for the smaller windshield wiper. I hope no one ever puts your fire out. You, my little one, are so bright.
I love that you cut your hair into a little pixie cut because brushing it was just not worth your time. There are far better things to do. There are bugs that need new habitats, bunnies that need to be found and inventions to be invented. There is nothing you can't build with paper and duct tape. You never worried about what people would think. You loved it, that's all that mattered.
I love that your clothing style is comfortable, convenient and a little bit quirky.
I love that you could be surrounded by your friends, in the middle of a very important discussion, and will still run up and greet your brothers, sharing in the excitement of their days.
I love that everything you do and every teacher you have is always your 'absolute favorite.'
I love that you still hug and kiss me and that it has never crossed your mind that you might be 'too old' for that.
I love that you sing at the top of your lungs and dance to any song in front of crowds of people you've never met.
I love that everyone is your best friend, even if you met them a mere 30 seconds ago.
I love your passion to do all the things, all the time.
I won't lie. Sometimes you drive me insane. You like to come as close as possible while simultaneously jumping up and down and repeating something (a song, a question, a noise) over and over. I think you (not so secretly) like to see me crack because you will grin your mischievous grin and scurry away.
You, my sweet girl, can throw a massive tantrum and you will do it in front of anyone, anywhere. I've asked if it bothers you that people are watching. You shout 'I don't care!' with such gusto and continue on as we head home. I always remember later how envious of you I am.
There are days when I want to wet noodle into a puddle on the ground, shouting about how something is 'not fair!!!' This is your biggest complaint. I want to cry and yell and stomp my feet but most of all, I want to not care what everyone is thinking about me.
You don't care what anyone thinks of you and I am SO envious. I tend to forget in the moment as I find myself staring at the ground and rushing to the car. I admire you, little one. I don't tell you nearly enough. With two little brothers, a grandparent that requires a lot of help and the craziest of dogs, I end up losing track of time. I should be telling you all the time, while things I say still matter to you. I know I don't have much time until I embarrass you by my mere presence or anything that comes out of my mouth elicits an instant eye roll. I know all too soon that the words of your friends might become all that is holy in your life. I want to make sure you hear how incredible you are and how admirable you are as much as you can while I am still the person you look up to. It's funny, kiddo. I may be taller than you but you are the one I look up to.
I love you to the unicorn and back. Don't change. Don't lose your light. You do and you don't look back. Please always keep doing.
Love Always,
Mom