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To My Daughter, When Words Hurt…

Sweet Girl,

I know that the things the other kids at the playground said to you today were hurtful. They hurt me too. I try to be strong for you but the truth is, sometimes Mommy cries tears that no one but God can see. Sometimes my heart breaks into a million pieces for you, because you are so much a part of me.

I know the words that you heard today made you wonder if there’s something wrong with you. I need you to hear my words. I need you to understand that these words are true. These words are real. These words come from the heart you’ve heard beating since before you were born and this heart would never lie to you. Listen with your whole being. Breathe it in. Own it. This is who you are:

You were perfectly designed by a God who never makes mistakes; a God who loves you even more than I do. (That’s more love than words could ever say.)

You are incredibly smart. Your mind works in a different way. The way you think is not wrong. Just different…and different is good.

You are beautiful. You are breathtakingly beautiful.

You are capable. You have, you can, and you will do great things. You inspire me every single day.

You are human. You will struggle. You will make mistakes. Please try not to sweat it, love. We’re all human.

You are strong. You are one of the strongest people I have ever known.

You are cherished; loved enough to die for. You are loved so deeply that words can’t capture it. Unconditionally loved.

You are exactly who you were meant to be. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that who you were meant to be is anything less than incredible.

You are my child. My heart and soul, swaying and dancing around outside of my body. Raging fury and pure joy, spun into one.

You are you.

…and that is more than enough.

From The One Who Lives To Love You,

Mom

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One thought on “To My Daughter, When Words Hurt…

  1. It took me awhile to figure out that kids were saying mean things to me because I was kind and good and they couldn’t compete with that (rise to my level) so their main focus was to tear me down. Through it all, I maintained my own sense of right and honor and I’d like think I’m pretty tough now. So you be you and you do what you do – you don’t need to change a thing.

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