Letter to My Younger Self

The echoes of my inner child reverberate through my soul. Her story is etched into my bones. Tucked away and out of sight but proof of distant days. A memory long since forgotten, yet fragments of essence remain. Tiny pieces of who I once was entwined into what I am today. I close my eyes and there she stands just before me. Mentally I take note of her features and write her a letter, It reads:

Dear little girl that whispers in my head,
  I have never seen snow white hair and big blue eyes quite like yours. It appears to be the whitest of whites and bluest of blues. Your tiny ears and button nose are mirrored on our daughters. It is funny how I can see pieces of you in their reflection. Your big bright smile that demands attention and spreads infectiously. Your deformed toes that most would never know are not quite perfect. You carry around a heart so big it could contain the whole universe. A heart so pure that always has good intentions.

I love your innocence that you feel is stolen. I love your caring and nurturing nature, always happy to help and eager to please. I admire how you plan ahead and are always preparing.  I adore the way you are so empathetic and put everyone’s needs ahead of your own. I have great regard for your unwillingness to give up and see the best in people first. That is an attribute that seems lacking in others today.

I cherish your tendency to use people’s favorite colors as a way to honor them, our daughter does the same thing. I adore your imagination and how it takes you to new places. I love that you can get lost in a book and transport yourself into a story. Books always make better friends anyhow. They are always close and willing to listen, They never complain or judge harshly.

My favorite thing about you is that you enjoy writing. Such a simple pleasure but one that is conveniently enjoyed. It is by far the easiest and most doable hobby as a mother. I would be lost without it. Although it does seem meaningless at times. Nothing more than something to pass the time, like watching a movie or enjoying a sunset. On the other hand what would life be if we didn’t take time to enjoy little moments like these? Dull and boring I suppose.

This letter is a forever reminder you are a sweet, lovable and a good little girl. Never see yourself as inferior because you are more than enough, even if you don’t feel like it.  I love you just the way you are and are so proud of you. Every day remember who comes first. Never quit dreaming and believing in yourself, everything else will fall into place.

Forever Love,
Your older self.

What would a letter to your younger self look like?