A journalist asked a number of her women friends what advice they'd give their daughters on growing up. Keep your faith in your heart and God will guide you through life. I would ride with her up to Butler all the time and we would hang out. I wish you would open your heart to her even for your own sake—to let yourself enjoy the fun that can come from being silly and joyful along with her. And you are cool people.
Sometimes when things are named they seem bigger and scarier than they were before the name was known. I want paint that truth on your hearts and under your eyelids so you never forget. Fail hard and fail often. A few weeks left before final high school exams and then the world is your oyster. I hope you continue on the righteous path of joy and acceptance. When school was hard, you tried harder. Actually, she also wrote to me a seventeen-page letter on both sides in her flowing elegant script , a letter flowing with approving love.
You are thriving in so many ways. They are lucky to have a mama like you take it in, now! You look for a friendly face to help soften the blow, but everyone avoids your eye or worse, whispers and points. The fact that you are a woman shouldn't mean anything. Here is my offering to you. I'll tell you a heart story to bring this to light.
She spent an hour working with scissors, markers and glitter glue. Lastly and I know that this is the most difficult thing for you to understand -- you are beautiful. Maybe it's part of being a woman and getting up to face the world each day. Think of any major discovery or major achievement in history and I promise you that failure and rejection preceded it. Then you crumpled it up and practiced your free throw into the garbage can.
She will need you like nobody has ever needed you. This has been a long time coming. I hope that you will be paid the same as a male colleague with the same experience and that having children will be considered a privilege and burden for men and women alike. The one thing about names I want you to remember is that God has already named you and called you His own. As many of us prepare to bid farewell to our university and college-bound children I was reminded of an article I read recently in the paper. You had feelings and you knew they were normal.
You can no more control where the train goes than you can hold the stars in your hands. And we've all rewarded your successes -- oohs and aahs when you brought home your first painting, accolades when you got into the top sports team or orchestra, awards for 1st, 2nd or 3rd. Keep your heart open to love and you will find yourself respected and cherished. The best successes come out of failure. I know that whatever path you choose to follow, it will be an amazing journey for you and those watching. I am proud of the man you are becoming, and will always have an open heart and ear for any problem, adventure, or advice you need.
To be challenged, and to challenge yourself to do your best. Dear Torri, Some people will tell you that motherhood is like frolicking in a field of wildflowers. All of it is true—in doses. You have a fire and passion inside of you that cannot be taught. I guess the train ride metaphor is somewhat misleading because it implies that there comes an end to motherhood when in fact there is no end. I only have one that I call my own, but there are several other mothers who matter to me.
I try and help your mom with things around the house, give her a little break to stretch her legs, and give her time to talk away. When you were small and fell at the playground, you ran to me for comfort. As a parent, we set limits to protect you. I knew it for sure when they placed the miracle of you in my arms. As long as I live. If you wish to use any of my content, please give credit.
Others will take a different approach, offering a perspective from the muddy trenches. The courage it took to tell you one day that I couldn't fix you, this couldn't be mended with paracetamol or a band aid. I can't wait to see what you do and who you become. We also dread the silence, the emptiness, yes, even the dirty washing and plates and cups left in their room! You face things head-on, you figure out how to learn from experiences, and you grow from them. I can only hope that by the time you are my age, women and men will be more equal. When she handed you your card, you looked at it.
It is the evidence of your amazing character. The most important things I have learnt in my life have been from people from whom I foolishly thought I had nothing to learn. Whether you need help with homework, a shoulder to cry on, or a sounding board for problems. I want to paint for you a portrait of the motherhood I know. This post is beautiful, through and through! At the beginning it wasn't that easy, you didn't care for me and I understood why.