Just be you, baby
I can’t help it, you know? I’m absolutely fascinated by you. Enthralled. Captivated. Enamored.
We’ve already had so many “lasts” on this journey of growing up so far. These moments are fleeting. I must capture them. So that’s what I’ll do, my resolution of sorts. To get my camera out for the little things - because these little moments are the ones I’m looking back on, begging to not go by so fast.
Your tongue sticking out in concentration as you focus on putting letters - 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 - together to make a word that doesn’t follow the same rules of the one we learned right before it.
You’re frustrated. It's confusing. The solution isn’t going together like it did in your head.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬.
You’re not going to get it right away every time bugs. You’ll learn that first hand from your Mama. Growing and stretching your brain is painful and uncomfortable at times but the pressure you’re putting on yourself at this young age to get it perfect needs to be toned done my sweet sunshine.
Academics are important but what I am actually looking for is your best work, even if the answer isn’t correct at first try. I’m looking at your determination and character as you fall and get back up again.
My first priority will always be your heart. I care more about if you were kind to the new kid in class than if you aced your spelling test. I want to know from your teacher that you’re respectful and a team player - that you’re always trying your best and giving it your all. I want you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself and filling up your own cup to be the best 𝐲𝐨𝐮 possible.
I’ll keep reminding you that you’re the best version of yourself when you work hard and when you're kind and brave.
𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧.
That doesn’t seem to cover all these thoughts and feelings floating around in my head but I’ll never stop saying it.