I’m going to keep a folder of notes from my daughter, notes that are so poignant, so ‘heart-on-the-sleeve’ emotional that I see through the difficult behaviors to the core of our love, the elemental mother-daughter bond at the heart of our relationship. For the days when she thinks she hates me and I think I hate my life. When I forget the soft little heart beating in that proud little chest. When I forget the absolute honor of mothering fragile little beings.
In the eyes of my daughter, I am loved just because I am. And simply being makes her life good and awesome like it is. If only I could live such affirmation every moment of my waking and breathing.
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Oh gosh that is so sweet. I love how you described the soft little heart beating.
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It’s hard to feel ornery when you think about that, right? I mean, I could still probably do it on a bad day, but still . . .
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Definitely keep them. I’ve kept notes from my daughters in a keepsake box – one for each daughters. I treasure the handwritten notes expressing their love. Even in their teen years, I received a few letters of apology and kept those, too.
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I would imagine the teen letters may have meant even more – because you know what it took to write them at that difficult age!
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Sweet!
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Thank you, Diane! It’s all about balance, right!?
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