Dear Daughter


Today has been one of those that has resulted in yelling, tears and I’m sorry’s.

Daughter, I hope you know I love you.

Some day, you will understand the struggles of motherhood. The struggles of being an adult period. The stress. The joys. The rollercoaster we call life.

I know some days feel super unfair. That mommy yells too much, is frantic and losing her mind. It’s all true.

I hope you know that I love you.

Some day you will see that I love you so much I sacrifice my wants and needs for you. It may not seem that way now, but it’s true.

I share my dinner with you, because for some reason, yours isn’t good enough. (Even though it’s the exact same thing.)

I let you  watch Coco for the hundredth time instead of watching what I want. (Bless, someday I will miss those cartoons you want to watch over and over.)

Mommy does your laundry so you have clothes to wear outside to get dirty. As long as you’re having fun digging in the dirt, I’m totally cool with this sacrifice.

Your bed somehow gets made every morning. More or less because I’m OCD.  I’m sorry to say, you’ll probably end up either like me or complete opposite. Only time will tell.

I hope you know I love you so.

Some day you’ll understand why I go ballistic over the doors being left open when you come and go outside. Hello, we pay for the cold air you enjoy so much.

I know it seems like mommy is crabby most days. Someday you’ll understand how important sleep is. Until then, I will always tuck you back in and turn your music on in the middle of the night. Multiple times if need be.

I know you think it’s unfair that you have to eat healthy snacks instead of cosmic brownies all day. Lord help me, you have my sweet tooth, but will understand some day why you need fruit and veggies.

Being your mommy is the hardest job I’ve ever done. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m just trying to do my very best to raise you to be independent, loving and kind.

Someday, you’ll call and tell me about how hard motherhood is. I’ve called your grandma numerous times. I will be there to listen, hopefully have advice and on the inside, be laughing. Because payback my dear, payback.

Dear daughter, I hope you know I love you.


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