To My Future Daughter

To My Future Daughter

Here's to being more than enough.

Sometimes I find myself thinking about the things I've dealt with growing up, and then I think about my children someday, and whether or not they will feel these same things, too. At this point in my life, children are so far from my reality, but if I am blessed with a daughter someday, there are some things I want her to know.

To My Future Daughter,

First of all, I am praying diligently for you.

I am praying in a world that teaches you to be quiet, you will be expressive, opinionated and strong.

I am praying that in a world that focuses only on outer beauty, you make it your priority to be kind and genuine, even to those who don't deserve it.

I am praying for peace, when things seem too much to handle. I pray that you know that you can always come to me, and I will be there with arms open to tell you "I've been there"; because most likely, I have.

I pray that you never let words spoken out of insecurity, jealousy, or hate change the way you see yourself. A meek opinion of someone else does not at all diminish your value.

I pray that you know that this too, shall pass. Whatever it may be, it is fleeting; happiness included.

I pray that you have the courage to be yourself, and only yourself.

I pray that you are a constant light for those who need it. You will learn that the world is dark, and we need people like you.

I pray that you let that boy go; the one who makes you feel so bad about yourself, the one who belittles you, the one who doesn't see you for the world changer you are. Let him go.

I pray that you learn to be okay by yourself. There will be seasons when you need to grow as a person, before you can grow with a person.

I pray that you never cry yourself to sleep; but since I know at times you will, I pray you have the strength to wake up in the morning overcome it; all the while with me right beside you.

I pray that you have friends who uplift and refresh your spirit. Always beware of those who rejoice in your misery and scowl at your triumphs.

I pray that you strive to always be pretty on the inside.

I pray that you know my love for you will run deeper than the oceans. You will never be alone in this world as long as I live.

Most of all, I pray that you know that you are enough. So enough and so whole, and so loved.


Your Maybe-Hopefully One Day Mom

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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