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The Way That You See Me

Dear Katie,

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.


A Collection of Joyous Small Moments

I haven’t shared the beauty in a while, so I’m going to take this lazy Sunday afternoon to do just that! 

I promise, I’ll be brief so that you can spend your moments exploring these wonderful treats:

In a recent post, At Least for Me, Kris, from Pretty All True, lovingly wrote about her eldest daughter’s transition from her crib to a big girl bed.  When I read it, my heart grew so big it nearly exploded.  This post is beautiful and tender and I could reread it many times over.  Though it spoke to me partly because we recently introduced Katie to her big girl bed, this story of a mother’s intense love for her child is a gift for us all.

Andy, from Crazy with a Side of Awesome Sauce, recently captured a lovely small moment with a gorgeous, warm photograph, Golden Afternoon, that made me peaceful and happy.

My favorite food is salmon.  Every time I eat it, I am overwhelmed with bliss and caught in that very moment.  Meredith, from In Sock Monkey Slippers, recently posted a recipe for Rosemary and Garlic Roasted Salmon that screams out for me to make it and eat it entirely by myself.  Some things simply cannot be shared.

I am often struck by the way we remember things and by which bits of an experience stay with us.  Jen, from Denton Sanitorium, has written a beautiful post, M is for Memories, that thoughtfully questions how her children will remember their recent vacation. 

Though Guilty Squid never fails to make me laugh, I read a post this week that made me giggle, guffaw, and cry with laughter.  I loved it and I think you will too. Read it here:  This is the story of how I thought this Hollywood writer/director/producer was proposing to me. As it turns out, I may be proposing *for* him.

Chris Jordan has captured the essence of living in the moment with these beautiful shots of summer bliss:  The Camera Just Loves This Kid

Now, I’m off to feed Katie some watermelon!

Reason #63 Why Having a Preschooler Rocks

This morning we were running errands when Katie spotted a huge fountain and wanted desperately to get closer.

We didn’t have a ton of time to finish our shopping before we had to hurry home for lunch and naps, but she asked so nicely that I indulged her.

We sat and watched the fountain for 15 minutes and she laughed with glee every time the water shot up.

There was no errand more important that seeing how happy that little bit of time in front of a fountain–a fountain that I’ve looked right past more times than I can count–made her .

Lunch was delayed, naps were late, but we were happy.

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Nichole Beaudry @NicholeBeaudry Location: Northern California
Each and every day, I strive to appreciate the wonder, beauty, and whimsy in the small moments, the moments that, when strung together, form a lifetime.
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