You are at an age where you are becoming increasingly more aware that you and I are both girls. Of course, you’ve understood the anatomical differences between girls and boys for quite some time, but you are now growing curious about gender roles.
This morning, you took my hand and looked at me so intently and said, “You’re so pretty, Mommy.” And, Katie, I can honestly tell you that I have never felt so beautiful as I did in that moment, as I saw myself through your sparkling hazel eyes.
I catch you watching me sometimes and I realize that you are studying me and taking it all in. You are trying to learn what it means to be a girl. There have been times when I’ve been talking to Daddy, when I could see you out of the corner of my eye, copying my mannerisms.
I have always known that it was my responsibility to teach you by my example, but now, as I watch you, watching me, I’m reminded of the weight of that responsibility. I can now see you learning and modeling.
I hope that I do right by you, my sweet Katie.
I hope that I teach you how to be kind, thoughtful, and respectful.
I want to show you how to laugh and live in the moment.
I hope that I can teach you to be honest, genuine, and open.
I want to teach you how to love others, with your whole heart.
I pray that the memories that we are making now stay with you for always.
Until just recently, the moments that we’ve shared have been building blocks–moments in which the focus was on providing you with tremendous love and a solid sense of safety and security.
But the memories of our mother-daughter relationship until now were mine alone.
It delights me that you’re at an age when bits of our experiences will stick in your memory.
And I want to make every single moment count.
I love you, Katie. I love you to lengths I never dreamed possible.