My Dearest Sofia,
Lately, storms have been brewing in your little world.
You are getting more and more independent. You want to do it all, and then you don’t. Strap your carseat, brush your teeth, get dressed (which you do about 100 times a day), and have opinions. Oh the opinions. One million and two pronouncements on everything from how you want your hair done (long, like a princess with no pony tail, thank you) – to how you want your grapes served to you (peeled by mommy – would you like me to fan you with a palm frond as well, my darling?) The sand should be fine and not ouchy under your feet. Your shoes, shirt, skirt – your whole world – should be pink. Mommy should sing to you. And then stop. Yes, no, maybe so – all at the whim of I don’t know what.
Crying, laughing, pouting, lost in thought. How can one little girl be all that in the span of two minutes? But you are. You are, my girl, the wind. A whirling, twirling mass of contradictions all wrapped up in the cutest little package.
And I understand. I do. It must be hard being you. Just three, going on four, the whole world open in front of you. It’s so vast. There’s so much to see, to do, to think, to feel. With a big brother who thinks he knows it all better than you. It must be hard, with your little personality. So fierce, sensitive, sweet. So stubborn, and scary smart, my angel.
You are the wind.
So blow around. Blow around fierce.
I’ll love you regardless.
And when it’s time to settle gently, like a butterfly’s breeze. You can land soft and safe in my arms.
On the 10th day of every month, I will write a letter to my daughter and attempt to capture her essence in photos and words. A few other special ladies will do so as well, and we will link our blogs in a circle of love and letters. After mine, please visit the blog of the lovely photographer, Heather Meyers to read her touching and beautiful post.