My lovely Micadoodle,
It’s a very warm Thursday afternoon, you’re off at your summer classes, undoubtedly trying to take over running the class, like you always do. Your teacher tells me you are super capable, quick to pick up on everything, a social butterfly…and a teensy weensy bit bossy.
Girl, I feel you are just like me!
You are six and a half, and some pounds of precociousness, spunk and stamina. So much stamina. The random, nonsensical gibberish that comes out of your mouth makes my belly laugh, you have such a keen sense of humor. You talk, a lot. But you know you do, so you make fun of yourself for it, which is so wise beyond your years.
I’m not worried about you. I can already tell that in life, you will be just fine. More than fine, you are meant to do great things. I can see it the determination in your eyes. After all, your first full sentence was “I do it”, and so far, not much has changed since.
Last night, you built a world of Shoppkins in the dining room. You were so excited to show it to me, and I kind of just shooed you away, because I was working. I do that sometimes, I realize that fully, and I’m not particularly proud of it. I know that I am not perfect. That you will do most of your artsy crafts-y stuff with daddy, that you often will imagine great afternoon adventures with your grandma, and that you will build more fortresses with grandpa than me.
Knowing those aren’t the moments and feats you and I will bond over, instead, I hope to teach you independence and strength. I want you to see that you can do anything you set your mind to, that being a woman is inconsequential when it comes to attaining your goals and realizing your dreams. I want to push you to always strive to do better, work harder to get that better grade, run faster, sing louder.
I want you to stand up for others, and for yourself. Which is what you do already, and you do it so very well. I feel sorry for the fool who ever tries to reign in your fiery spirit, because they will definitely fail. And that makes me burst at the seams with pride, my princess.
But we also have our special dates... those will never, ever go away!
Talk about being similar, you and I love going to get our toes massaged with the same determined excitement. Laying at the beauty shop while we chat or while I listen to the stories you tell me about the kids in your class, the ideas you have for the rest of your life and make-up is amazing. I cherish every single one of those moments with you.
I am SO proud of you my big girl! I see you out in public, around your peers, friends and strangers alike. Using your manners, polite, inquisitive and courteous. Always ready to have a great time, with all that "joie de vivre" you carry around inside you.
My little fearless princess, you’ll get up in front of dozens of people you don’t really know and dance your heart out, like you did last week, because in your own eyes (and mine), you are all sorts of amazing. You’re genuinely looking forward to picking out the theme for your next birthday (most likely unicorns), so your friends can have fun with you, I am very pleased as punch to see your big heart continue to unfold.
I told you once that a smile and saying “Thank you, have a great day!” to your people around you would be something they’d surely appreciate, and a day hasn’t gone by since that you haven’t done so.
And I couldn’t be prouder.
I always see you, Mica, and I always hear you. That smile of yours, that infectious laugh, and the mischievous twinkle in your eye. All these little parts that makeup an extraordinary girl. To be able to watch you grow up is, as cheesy at it sounds, one of the most gratifying things I am doing with my life.
But I do realize that you are only still six years old, and that my window of being like, "the awesomest lady ever’ in your world", is rapidly closing. So, this Friday, let’s get crazy, go out to celebrate pop-corn day together while you tell me all about your dreams.
Just you, daddy and me.
Love you to the moon and back... times infinity!,
Mommy
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