oh man. i can hardly believe it. she is 8! i am the mother of an 8 year old. if i sit on that long enough i can totally trip myself out. here's the thing. i remember 8. being 8. i so hope she enjoys this age. just being. no rush. taking it day by day. she is wonderous & glorious. and like every year i will do my best to honor her with a love letter.
you've just turned 8 and i find myself having a difficult time adjusting to you growing older.
i want to hold on.
hold on to the little girl you still are.
the little girl you will always be to me.
forcing myself to realize you don't need me for certain things anymore.
simply because you are older, growing up, asserting your independance, showing me you can do it yourself.
i am in awe of the little person you have grown into.
gone are the princess dresses, frilly & pink. replaced by blues and greens, trucker hats, boots, tank tops & scarves.
i love this.
you have your own style.
you are very expressive in style and spirit.
you rarely have to speak words to know exactly how are you feeling, what you need or what is on your mind.
your eyes often to do the talking for you.
and we all get it. your family. we understand. this secret non verbal language.
i so enjoy being your mother.
waking up to you every morning.
seeing you off to greet the day.
conversing about friends, school, the best part of your day - (which still is spending the day with me).
when i see you and the young woman you are growing into i feel like i am giving you the best i have.
like i totally know what i am doing in the motherhood department.
and truth be told there are days i am sure that i am screwing it up royally.
but you remind me daily that no, no i am not.
i just look at you and the glorious, lovely, giving, spirited, soulful and kind girl you are and i know we both will be alright.