The Girl Child turned into a teenager today. Holy crap. She is getting to the age that I can remember being (not being like Lefty, who can probably remember things from the womb). Like her, I can remember planning out wardrobe pieces, though I didn’t have the interweb to assist me. Specifically, a burgundy corduroy blazer when I was her age. But I digress.
In honor of the big 1-3, thirteen words and wishes for my girl baby…
- Dream. Dream big and reach for them. You have the power.
- Be kind. Life is short enough as it is. Don’t waste a minute of it being mean, or with people who are mean.
- Stripes and patterns do go together. Mix it up.
- Widen your gaze. What’s right in front of you isn’t always all there is.
- Try. Yes, you might fail. But what if you don’t?
- Listen. To a friend who needs you, to people who have something to teach, to your heart. Especially to your mom.
- Laugh. It makes everything brighter. It makes the wrinkles worth it.
- Make your bed. If that is clean, it makes the rest of the mess less obnoxious.
- Write. Don’t forget that gift. Texting does not count.
- Work hard. The easy way out is usually the hardest in the end.
- Stop. Take a minute once in a while and just stop. Remember the moment. How things smell and taste. How you feel. The people.
- Family. We love you. And you are lucky enough to have friends who may not be related by blood, but are family nonetheless.
- Love. All I really want for you is to know you are loved, and someday find your own love. To have nothing but peace and joy and happy ever after.
I can’t wait to see how it all turns out. Happy birthday, baby girl.