Every Thursday I write Baby Girl a letter – I want her to know she is loved, and precious!
Oh, my darling Baby Girl…
Last night you lost a precious pet, Monday. And you were heartbroken. In my adult mind, it was just a snail. I couldn’t understand your sorrow – it was just a snail. But, to you, it was your friend. You sat outside, not even wanting to eat your dessert, you were so heart sore that your pet was gone; your friend was gone. You’ve always loved snails. You are such a soft, gentle little girl and I fear for your little heart in this cold world. But, pain and sorrow strengthen you and you eventually learn to stand on your own two feet and this poem that has helped me through so many heartbreaks in my own life attests to:
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.
But, what I want you to focus on is: And you learn that you really can endure… That you really are strong, And you really do have worth. Always remember that Baby Girl – you are much stronger than you realize, much braver than you know and much smarter than you think. Always hold on, and never, ever give up.
And know that you are loved.
Completely, truly and totally – loved.