Letters to My Daughter, November 2012
25 November 2012
Dear Jocelyn,
Just in three days, you will turn seven. How you wish
you’ll grow up faster and how I wish you would slow down. It’s been such a joy and painful at the same time,
watching you grow in the last seven years.
You are now able to make your own
decisions. You told me you wanted a birthday party at a fancy place. “Just like
my friends, mommy,” you said. We had a discussion about how much it would cost
and some other things we could do with that amount of money. In the end, you
decided that a lavish birthday party is not necessary and decided to save the
money for something else more important. I hugged you very proudly.
I am very happy to say that you continue to use your better
judgments to help you make decisions. Last night you said that you’ve decided
to visit Oma (grandma) and Opa (grandpa) next summer rather than participating
in a dance parade at the Disney World. You simply said, “So I can help taking
care of Opa. Feed him and give him a bath.” (My father had a stroke that left
him paralyzed.) I was speechless and the only thing I could do was just to hold
you tight…very tight.
My dear Jocelyn, as you continue your path, I hope you
will continue to be able to see different options and consequences of an action.
When life gets a little complicated, I do hope you have all the
guidance that you need to help you make good decisions.
I hope you still remember my wish for you last year.
Here’s my wish for you on your 7th birthday.
I wish you remain the
loving, honest, funny, wise, kind, compassionate person of integrity that you
miraculously are today.
I wish you remain the
person who dance like nobody is watching and make up your own lyrics.
I wish you remain to tell me your "biggest" secret. “Mommy, I need to tell you something, but please
don’t tell anyone else.” Then you whisper in my ear and say the most beautiful thing
a mom could hear, “You are the best mom a daughter could ever have.”
I wish you remain to
be imaginative. “Call me Cadet Jojo, mommy.” Or “Pretend that I am training in a boot camp. Or "Mommy, we are moving to Australia.”
I wish you remain to
do something silly. Walking around the house under a blanket or crawling
backwards (not because you can but because you just want to do something silly).
As a mother, I hope that you touch the life of thousands of other people with the same dignity,
happiness, care and love that you have touched mine. Happy seventh birthday
my Jocelyn. You make me whole in so many ways.
Please continue on the circle, read all the beautiful letters and enjoy the lovely photos of talented photographers in this project. Start with Shalonda Chaddock of Chubby Cheek Photography.
