We (my mom and I) are writing letters to my daughter, Ellie (as though we were having a tea party long distance). These weekly letters not only chronicle our lives but they include memories, lessons, favorite recipes, dreams, and lots of love. We hope that one day Ellie will pass these letters on to her children. And in the process, we are having so much fun blogging about our experiences as 3 generations (and drinking our tea as we write)!
And when I call you my Angel, I mean that so sincerely right
now… you have been one in every sense of the word as your Dad and I have
completely disrupted your world with a big house move and the impending birth
of your brother. You have gone
along with everything we have asked you and you transitioned so seamlessly-
even sleeping perfectly in your new room complete with your new bed since day
And now that we are just about settled in our new place, we
are anxiously awaiting the newest member of our family. I am in crazy nesting mode (which
combined with my Type A personality made it possible for us to be completely
unpacked in our new house in 2 days… yes, 2 days- all the boxes were emptied
and organized including all of the baby’s clothes (through 24 months) which I
washed and folded). And now, it’s
time to hang the pictures. This is
where your Dad and my parents keep telling me that I have a lifetime here in
the house to put it together… there is no rush. But for me, that’s always been a challenge.
Life Lessons Learned
#26: As my Dad always says
(but doesn’t always do), enjoy the ride Ellie.
The one area where I feel like I am actually taking his
advice is with this pregnancy. I
know it’s my last baby so I am in no hurry to deliver. Aside from Kyle’s genetic issues,
pregnancy for me has always been easy on my body. I am probably one of the few people who really loves being
pregnant all the way through. I am
excited to have a bump, feel kicks and hiccups, and see the ripple of movement
on my stomach when your brother turns.
My pregnancies are also the few times in my life where I have truly felt
beautiful- like this is what my body was made for. I think there really is something to that line about
pregnant women glowing. It’s when
I feel the most strong and purposeful. And I can’t lie… I love devouring a large order of
cheese fries for dinner without anyone judging!
Seeing how visibly pregnant I am often garnishes many stares
and comments, namely being, “You must be so ready to have this baby!” but my
answer is always the same, “Not yet.”
I will miss these days of flutters, just as I did with you and
Kyle. I remember waking up some
nights after you were both born and my immediate thought was that your kicks in
my belly awoke me but then I quickly realized that wasn’t it and it made me a
bit melancholy and wistful. Don’t
misunderstand me, I am so anxious to meet this little boy in my tummy just as I
was with you and Kyle but I am enjoying the journey of waiting for him to come.
Of course, I wonder what he will look like (will he be my
one baby to have hair as I have had much more acid reflex in this pregnancy
than the prior two?) and what will his personality be like (will he be more
quiet like Kyle or serious like you?).
But I will have my answers soon enough and I am ok to wait because I
will never get this time back. My
body will never feel another baby within it and that’s ok. Our family is complete and I feel
Always take it one day at a time, despite how difficult that
may be (as I am off to hang more pictures).
What a busy and beautiful day it has been. Weather-wise it was almost just
right. A tad bit on the warm side
but blue skies and sunshine all the way through! You just left our house after a busy day at school and then
a trip to Sunset Park where you and I created a very imaginative playtime. I must tell you El that one of my
favorite pastimes is just watching you.
I love trying to see the world and all its happenings through your eyes
because I know each precise moment can never again be repeated with the same
innocent excitement. You always
try though, but the first time is always my memory keeper! And because of your enthusiasm
and love of new places, my blog this week was inspired by the trip you and I
took to DelGrosso’s Amusement Park.
Here it is:
Life Lesson Learned
#25:Courage may come in
different forms but they are always met with the same voracity; to overcome or
conquer a challenging and at times life-altering situation.
Ellie I have three stories to share with you this week. The first will be a story of you
because, like I said, you inspired this thought in me. The second will be a story about Poppy
because he too has shown me another side of courage. And lastly, I shall tell you a story about four special
women, one being a mommy and her little daughter, whose lives have been changed
greatly and how their courage is seeing them through.
All right El, I shall begin with you. Last week you and I had a very special
day together because your Mommy and Daddy had to go to a wedding out of
town. Poppy had to golf for an all
day benefit so it was just you and I and a lot of hours to have some fun. So off to DelGrosso’s Park we went, as
the day was pretty nice. Not
knowing what to expect Ellie, your excitement grew, as we got closer. In fact, when I finally parked the car
in their lot and took you to the ticket booth (which was on the opposite side
of the street from the amusement attractions) you could see a few of the rides
peaking over the trees. Your blue
eyes opened wide as you inhaled quickly and then held your breath for three
quick seconds before calling out excitedly, “Look Mimi, look over there! Did you see that?! Hurry up, let’s go!” I had to giggle Ellie because it was
still a good distance away and we had to cross the over-the-road- bridge, which
was set up like a Disney line with railings. Once you saw that, you became breathless and with your one
hand on your tummy and your other hand on your forehead you got a bit
giddy! Ellie, as you looked at the
road with the cars and then at the bridge above, you started to laugh and
stated, “Mimi, I never did this before.
I don’t think I can do it.”
With a little laugh I answered you with a, “Ellie the bridge is not one
of DelGrosso’s rides, it’s the only means we have to get to the other side
where the rides actually are!” You
replied, “ OHHHHHHHH. Ok. I will try but I still don’t know if I
can!” Right then and there El I
knew it was going to be an awesome day so I took your small hand in mine and
together we walked over the very long bridge! Throughout the afternoon you took turns going on all the
rides repeatedly and the one you and I called “The Caterpillar” was definitely
your favorite. The Caterpillar,
actually known in its true form as The Wacky Worm, was a kiddie
roller-coaster. And even though it
was meant strictly for smaller children, you did not meet the height
requirement to ride it by yourself, so I had to join you. Ellie it was this ride that inspired my
writing. Once we were seat-belted
in, The Wacky Worm slowly inched down the track and up a small incline. It took on a little bit of speed when
it inched over three bumps that had us rocking back and forth. As it turned a corner and sped down a
hill, the look on your face was priceless! It is that same look a person has when they open a door and
unbeknownst to them everyone on the other side yells ‘Surprise!’ You had that look Ellie right before
you let out a shrill scream of pure delight! And then The Wacky Worm raced around a sharp turn at its
fastest speed sending you into a fit of the giggles before slowing down only to
repeat the process one more time.
With smiling eyes and a grin from ear to ear your one request Ellie was,
“Can we do that again Mimi?!” So
in between the Boat Ride, the Carousel, the Fish Ride, the Train and all the
other rides in Kiddie Land, you constantly chose the Wacky Worm Ride.
Now on the second, third and forth
turns I encouraged you to let go of the bar and raise your hands high above
your head as we climbed that first little incline (I had to convince you first
that we were strapped in securely and the bar that rested in our lap was also
locked in place so that we would not fall out). You were apprehensive at first
El, but each time we rode it, little by little you would remove your hands from
the bar. The first time you held
them in front of your chest but quickly grabbed the bar when the ride began to
jerk. The next time you raised
your hands as high as your face but still grabbed the bar when you were uncomfortable. The third time I could see your courage
growing and by the sixth time you rode that ride with your hands held high and
never once grabbed the bar until the ride came to its complete stop! Now that
is what I call Courageous! Anyone
could see that you were quite proud of yourself Ellie as you jumped out of that
Worm Car with a look that said ‘ask me and I will tell you not to be scared and
how easy it is to just do it’ look!
In other words El, you conquered a challenging situation with your
courage and became the Pro!
Now for Poppy’s story.
Poppy is the type of person Ellie that when he makes a commitment to
something or someone he sees it through.
He is a very dedicated individual with a great work ethic. And as long as I can remember, he has always
been the kind of person who will tackle any challenge that comes his way,
whether it is brought to him by other individuals or whether he has created it for
himself. Like you Ellie, Poppy
loves to explore and try new things, things that are not in his natural comfort
zone. And if you ask me, each and
every one of those situations required LOTS of courage! Let me give you some
examples if you did not already know this about him. Poppy has gone solo-skydiving, he bungee-jumped, tried
hang-gliding, took airplane flying lessons, rode numerous motorcycles and I
think his favorite was scuba diving during a shark feeding. But now at a much older age, he has
taken on a new challenge Ellie and that is Bicycling (and I don’t mean peddling
casually around the neighborhood!). Last year I bought him a bike in the hopes that he would use
it on a daily basis where it would become an enjoyable hobby. And I hit the jackpot with my gift, as
he seemed to like it and went on many bike rides but never more than eight
miles at a clip. When winter came,
Poppy put his bike away but only for a short period of time. It came right out again very early this
past spring, and it was then that he read an article about a bicycle ride that
stretched from Philadelphia, Pa. to Atlantic City, N.J. making the trip
sixty-five miles long.
It was to
benefit children’s charities, which I believe was started by some Philadelphia
Police Officers. Your Poppy loves
finding good causes to support and this one couldn’t have been more perfect as
it involved him using his new-found hobby, his bicycle! But your Poppy was very apprehensive in
the beginning Ellie as he really wasn’t sure if he could accomplish this feat. It took a lot of courage for your Poppy
to make this commitment because as I said before, once he does he will see it
through. So he got back on his
bicycle and started training. And
what a training workout he got as State College is one mountainous hill after
another (if you ask me no matter which direction you go, coming or going, it
always seems like you are traveling on an incline!). Anyway, Poppy worked hard each and every day. And I do remember during his
pre-training that there were times when he questioned himself on whether he
made the right decision. But the
competitive side of Poppy always comes forth and he peddled on! Well, the race took place on July 28th
and Poppy’s courage to see this commitment through squashed his apprehension
and he completed the course in amazing time Ellie… biking 65 miles in 3 hours
and 47 minutes.
I had the honor of
watching him cycle down the final stretch El and what a proud moment it
was! I for one am in awe of your
Lastly Ellie there is another type of courage and that is
when a challenging situation comes along concerning ones health. Gigi, your Aunt Joanne and a very close
friend of mine Lesta, have all been diagnosed with a life-threatening form of
cancer in the not-so-far-off past.
I do know with each of these women that their courage to fight their
battle with cancer came not only from the love of family and friends, but also
from Faith and Prayer. After many
treatments and a long road to recovery, your Gigi and Aunt Joanne have overcome
this disease and both are very vigilant in taking the best care of their
bodies. Lesta, who has an amazing
and positive outlook, still has to fight the fight but I believe and pray her
courage will see her through this too.
Another friend of ours, Cindy, and her daughter, Kendall, are dealing
with a completely different kind of courage El and that is because Kendall, who
is not quite three years old, has been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Cindy, her family, friends and even
strangers are praying daily for a miracle to happen here. But until it does, Cindy has had to find
the courage to hear, internalize and process the diagnosis given… she then has
had to find the courage to seek out support groups and others who have gone
through what she is just now experiencing and most importantly she has had to
find the courage within herself to get through each day with some sense of
normalcy if there is such a thing any more. Cindy has also had to find the courage not to go any further
than the present day to just love her daughter for that specific moment in
time. Kendall too has courage
Ellie. I don’t know if you will
remember, but at Aunt Nancy’s memorial service you and Kendall had a
‘moment.’ At that time, no one
knew that Kendall was sick. While
her Mommy was holding her, you gracefully held out your arm and Kendall very
slowly and very gently touched you.
No words were ever exchanged but you both stared at each other with a
sense of familiarity. I believe
now Ellie that an all knowing and powerful connection passed between the two of
you. I also feel that you understand
the courage that Kendall holds. Knowing
that she herself has great discomfort, Kendall will still seek her Mommy’s face
and show her with a smile just how much she loves her. She also readily accepts the many
distractions of others to help her get through her day. Your Mommy and Daddy, as well as your
Poppy and I, know all too well what Cindy and Kendall are going through. Kendall’s life is at stake and yet mommy
and daughter have come to terms with appreciating each day that Kendall awakes
and they make the best of that day.
Ellie, as your mommy will tell you, that takes the greatest courage of
all for only God has our answers.
The best gift we can give Kendall and all who are in a similar situation
So I guess the lesson to be learned here El is that Courage
is instilled in all of us and we may draw upon it in any situation. Whether it is uncertainty, danger, fear
or pain, everyone’s ultimate goal is to confront and hopefully conquer these
emotions. Each of us has the
strength to do so, but it takes courage to know when and how to use it. Never be afraid Ellie of life’s many
challenging situations, use your mind, heart and soul as well as your Trust in
God to meet them head on. No
matter the outcome, you will become a stronger person.
Being a parent is the hardest job you will ever have…
educating a child is the biggest responsibility that leaves me wondering if I
am doing anything right some days!
Life Lessons Learned
#24:Be compassionate and empathetic.
I struggle and wrestle with how to teach you this one Ellie
other than by example. I’ve said
to your Mimi a million times that I don’t care how smart or beautiful you are;
I just simply want you to be a kind person.
I know you are incredibly shy so I don’t push you to be
overly friendly to strangers (even though I find it a bit ridiculous that you
bury your head in my shoulder or your Mimi’s during the part of church when we
shake the hands of those around us).
But I try to be courteous and polite to those we meet in public. Despite some embarrassment with my
colleagues when you snub them during the first few encounters, I respect that
you have anxiety with new people (and really in the world you are growing up
in, sadly I think it’s easier that way than to have to worry about you being
easily coaxed into the arms of a predator). I often wonder what exactly you see in the few people that
you warm up to fastest- do children see into people’s hearts and judge them
better than us adults who can be jaded?
I don’t hide my emotions from you. It’s not often that I cry but when I do, I don’t shield it
from you. The other day, you were
sitting on my bed as I got dressed and out of the blue you said in a very sad
voice (with your head hanging low), “I miss my brother Kyle.” Tears streamed down my face and I let
you know that I miss him too (even though I have no idea what prompted you to
think about him) and I told you that I was really glad that you talked to me
We pray every night together on our knees (most nights, you
get distracted and I have to remind you to give Jesus a few minutes of our
time). After we say the Hail Mary,
you and I both say something that we were thankful for that day and then we
include people who need extra blessings (on Monday, you prayed for the
flu-ridden sister of a friend at school and a week ago you prayed for a little
boy who wasn’t nice to you but more often than not, it’s someone who pops in
your head sporadically).
Your Dad and I never yell at one another but we can have
heated discussions once in a great while and if it happens, it’s over our
dinner conversation. Because you
are our only living child, it’s just natural that you are apart of it- you give
your two cents (even agreeing with me recently that your Dad was a bit cranky
with the latest development in the long process of us buying our new
house). I want you to know that
emotions are ok to display- including frustration with another person (and that
there is a respectful way to converse when there is a difference of
opinion). I want you to note that
compromise is possible but sometimes it isn’t… and that’s when even adults take
a time out.
I try to be proactive and give you positive feedback when
you are particularly kind and I tell you that you are a nice girl. Manners (or what we call at home, “our
nice words”) are a must (and you are so mindful of please, thank you and I’m
sorry that you often remind me and your Dad to say them!). We don’t swear, or say hate or stupid
in our house (and if we do, you remind us that we don’t say those not nice
words). And in our family unit, we
don’t judge based on skin color, gender, or sexual orientation (even though
these conversations are beyond your years, I hope you are gaining perspective
by living in an environment of tolerance). I try to follow the same guidelines and expectations that I
create for you as often as I can because modeling can be the best form of
But when it comes down to it, I wonder what you will be like
as an adult Ellie. I already know
the answers to these questions right now, when you are three, but will they
prevail when you are thirty-three?
Will you care deeply about others?
Will you make the world a better place?
As a toddler, you have such an incredible sense of self and
I think that is the basis for compassion- it’s hard to understand the plight of
someone else if you don’t understand yourself first. Don’t ever lose sight of who you are while always
considering the feelings of those around you. These days, you still get angry when people call you little
or tiny and I tell you again and again that you have such a big heart because
you really do (I can’t tell you how many times you kiss or say I love you
simply because you feel like it at random times throughout the day).
You can still have poise and dignity and still have emotion
too. Remember to be tenderhearted
but do be cautious of those who take advantage. Be benevolent but be strong. Maintain your character and values but respect those who may
not see eye to eye with you.
El, Today I chose this term of endearment for you because of
the clothing articles you picked to wear this morning. When your Mommy brought you over to
visit, you came in an outfit that definitely screamed ‘Ellie’ as you had on
your Mickey Mouse 100 rainbow faces T-shirt, your red/white/blue patriotic
ruffled skirt and your orange and green mosaic tiled rain boots (and it wasn’t
raining outside, but that is a moot point).
I am not sure if the fashion industry would have
complimented you on your unique sense of style or if they would have simply
walked away because they couldn’t uncross their eyes from the busyness that was
happening on your whole being!
Honestly though El, I thought you looked gorgeous... and your Great-Grandmom
Bubbles would have stated that you were definitely related to me as when I was
little I too wore a lot of colors all at one time. And the brighter the better… come to think of it, I was the color-wheel! Anyway back to that morning… within
minutes you found a bag of new outfits that I had recently bought for you in
your Mom’s old closet and asked if you could try them on. Of course I said yes… and after
observing one of your quirky moments along with a few events that happened
during the past few weeks, I knew exactly what I wanted to write about for my
blog. And here it is Ellie-bean.
Life Lessons Learned
#23: Color choices tell a
lot about people.
OK… first I need to get back to your outfit choice and do my
best at retelling the scene you set before me. Ellie, in the clothing bag you delightfully rummaged through,
you found a beautiful vibrant yellow culotte ruffled skirt. Your response was “Oh Wow!” and off
came your hot pink shorts so you could quickly don this new article of clothing,
which you fell in love with instantly.
Seeing yourself in the mirror, you no longer cared for the multi-colored
sequin tank top that you were sporting and started rooting through the bag to
find something more matchable.
In your eyes El it had to match exactly (yellow with yellow… even if the
yellows did not blend well) so instead of picking one of the complimentary
tops, you chose a willowy lemon yellow sleeveless shirt to wear with the
skirt. Did it match? Nope. Did you care? Nope. Were you happy with it? Yep. And what
you did next El is what you do best.
You let your imagination take over. In my eyes you looked like a not quite ripe Chiquita banana,
but in your eyes, you saw a yellow flower, which quickly set your mind in
motion! You informed me that you
were going to curl up into a little ball and be a tiny baby flower (I think you
meant to say that you were going to start off by being a ‘seed’, but from past
experience, I knew not to correct you!).
Anyway, I was instructed to commentate your growth. So for the next few minutes, I
elaborated on the beauty of this tiny little flower trying to reach through the
soil and grasp the rays of sunshine to help in the growing process. I then said, “Grow little one, let your
stemmy body reach for the sky, let your leafy fingers stretch towards the sun,
and spring upward into a beautiful yellow tulip!” And while I talked, you slowly stretched yourself to a
standing position with your arms held high over your head. You then turned to face the full-length
mirror and smiled with satisfaction!
You were now a piece of horticulture! Oh my. Yellow is said to create warmth and
cheerfulness as well as increase ones mental activity and muscle energy. It is also said that it stimulates the
nervous system. Well… its
definition couldn’t be more perfect as you nailed it to a tee Miss
Now I will rewind to a few days prior this moment. Ellie, I was helping your Mom and Dad
paint some of the bedrooms in your new home. Your Mommy is a girl after my own heart, as she picked out
some really beautiful and bold color choices (the kind that just “pop” off the color chart!). Upon her request, the first bedroom I
tackled was your new baby brother’s room.
Here your mom asked me to paint it a striking electric blue.
I think he will like it Ellie, as it is
considered a dynamic and exhilarating color. As he grows, he will certainly feel charged each morning and
ready to tackle whatever situation awaits him! Next I painted the guest room. Your Mom asked me to paint this one a gorgeous neon lime
green/white in memory of your older brother Kyle. And what a perfect choice it was for its color means:
spring, growth and rebirth. Being
present in this color helps to replenish and renew ones energy. I believe Kyle would have liked that. But since you, my sweet grandchild, seem
to have an abundance of this element already, I don’t foresee you spending much
time in the green room! However,
the room I do see you spending a lot of time in is your own bedroom. Ellie, you told your Mommy that your
favorite color is pink, so she picked out an eye-popping hot pink paint (its
official color name is Fussy Pink) for me to slap on those walls. Once I was finished all I could say was
“Wow!” I loved it! The color pink is meant for all little
girls because it represents sugar and spice and everything nice. And the color hot pink represents
playfulness. Well, that is a definite and I can see why El. Do you know that every time I enter
your new bedroom now I have this uncontrollable urge to break out the board
game Candyland and pretend to be the character Lolly from the Lollypop Woods?! And that statement couldn’t have been
written with truer words for you too.
I noticed that every time you enter this bright and bold room your
demeanor becomes lively! Why the
other day as I moved on to painting doors you came out of your new bedroom and
informed me that I was to be a teenager and you would be my teenage mommy. Let me just say that it was a very
interesting as well as eye opener work/playtime! I do believe that you and I are going to have a grand
time playing Let’s Pretend in that awesome room of yours!
But besides the bold colors that we three (your Mommy, you
and myself) are drawn too, there are also many subdued colors. And I encourage you to use them Ellie
when you are feeling different emotions.
Did you know that the color purple represents spirituality and also the
imagination? If you are feeling
calm and quiet you should immerse yourself in the color ivory. When I asked you the other day what
color you do not like, you answered brown. Ellie, brown represents simplicity and
dependability so even though you may not care for it on yourself, keep an open
mind when you view it elsewhere.
And one last thing…
I want to show you how two completely different people, both beautiful,
both intelligent, both loving and caring individuals eye the colors black and
white. Your Aunt Ally wears them because
she views black and white as conservative colors. She is a traditional woman and believes these colors
represent the basics. And these basics have survived time. One of Aunt Ally’s points defending her
own argument is that if something survives time, how can you go wrong? She also feels that you don’t
need exotic and crazy colors to accentuate beauty… simplicity will do. She is a very classy woman Ellie… and
when she wears her strand of ivory pearls, Ally reminds me of Jackie O.
Now when your Aunt Sammy wears the colors black and white
she also sees this match as a very classic look, one that never goes out of
style. When I asked her how she
felt when wearing these colors your Aunt Sammy said, “I feel very put together
as it gives off a sophisticated look.”
And she couldn’t be more right El.
Aunt Samantha knows how to ‘dress it up’ for a stunning look when an
evening out on the town is in order and she knows how to ‘dress it down’ for
work and casual day wear. She too
is a classy woman El… and when she wears her gold bangles and beads, Sammy
reminds me of Marilyn Monroe.
So I guess the lesson learned here Ellie is that all colors
represent different emotions and what shades we wear tell others a little bit
about ourselves. It is ok to stay
within our comfort zone if we so choose, and it is also ok to deviate from our
set pallet as we grow. Just remember
to always be your own person Ellie.
Those who truly love you will accept you in whatever shades you don.
In a world that focuses so much on how we look, I want you
to realize that inner beauty is what shines through. Don’t be fooled by outward appearances. When people tell you that you are smart
or sweet, that should be a far better compliment than when someone tells you
that you are attractive.
Life Lessons Learned
#22:Love who you are.
A few weeks ago, I made a comment that the wall color in
our new house is tacky. Of course,
you asked, “What does tacky mean?”
Without thinking, I replied bluntly, “Ugly.” And you again inquired, “What’s ugly?” You made me pause for a second
Ellie. First, I was in awe that
you have been graced for three years to not know what that means (and then I
felt a painful guilt that I tainted you by using the word). Second, I was stumped at how to explain
it to you because everything that God has created is beautifully made and
anything is else is our unfair prejudices and judgments. So I tried the route of, “Well, when
someone is really mean on the inside, that’s what ugly looks like.” It didn’t satisfy you so I settled on
something a bit more concrete, I said, “Well, ugly is the opposite of
pretty.” You then asked, “Like a
spider?” And because I really
dislike spiders, I answered, ‘”Yes,” and you went about playing. Two days later, you brought the subject
up again and stated randomly, “Ugly is when someone is mean and it’s what an
ant looks like, right?.” You do
think deeply about things and I do think that you processed what I was trying
to convey. I want you to understand
that ugly is something that people manifest. I hope it’s several more years before you have to think
about that word again Ellie because I really can’t think of a time where it
isn’t used negatively. It’s hard
for me to picture a world where ugly doesn’t exist and for you, that’s been
your life since you were born. I
can only imagine the beauty you see in everything so I will try to see the
world from your vantage point!
That’s why Ellie I try really hard not to say negative
things about my own body in front of you.
I want you to grow up to have a good body image so I am purposeful not
to point out the many flaws I think I have. At three, you tell me that I am pretty and I let myself
believe it because you see the world so simply and wonderfully (you see the
color of flowers when we are walking to the park and the shape of the clouds
when we drive). As my belly is
growing with your brother inside, we talk about how amazing this experience is
as you feel him kick. You are
familiar with my scar from my c-sections but you don’t see it as a
disfigurement, you see it as I do- it’s more than a boo boo, it’s a line of
love. And really, isn’t that what
most blemishes and wrinkles on our skin are? They tell stories of where we’ve been.
Don’t let the media define beauty for you. At three, you have already redefined
it. As long as you stick with the
season and your clothes are clean, you have free reign to pick out your own
outfits everyday. For a while, you
would choose to wear your Little Mermaid pajamas (it looks like a house coat)
out in public with your very worn sneakers (that you wear without socks). You take pride in your choices and you
definitely own them- don’t ever lose that quality! You don’t like bows or pigtails in your hair so we cut it
styled into a simple bob with bangs to keep your hair from hanging in your
eyes. We take baths regularly, and
you brush your teeth twice a day so cleanliness is a must but beyond that, you
go with comfort. And really, isn’t
that what’s most important? You
love to run, climb, and tumble (at the park, you get sand in your hair and dirt
on your face). For the one-hour of
television you get to watch when I make dinner, you are usually watching it
upside down on the couch in a headstand position.
Don’t let clothes or someone else’s standard of beauty
confine you. Stay active and be
healthy and never spend extra minutes analyzing how you look… there are far
better things to do with your time!
Yes Ellie, I think you are gorgeous but what I love most
about your face is how you show your emotions- I love your smile when it’s
genuine and I love your furrowed brows when you problem solve and process
information and I love your angry face when you pucker your mouth and narrow
your eyes. I think you’re
incredibly bright and observant too.
You are creative, independent, and spunky. You care about others.
You are strong and stubborn.
Do you see how appearance dwindles in comparison to everything
else? You are loved Ellie not
because of how you look but because of who you are on the inside (and that my
dear is true beauty). And Ellie,
let me tell you that you are one of a kind. And I’m so glad that you are mine.