Dear Daughters

Dearest Daughters

It finally happened – a mean girl made you cry, and I had to reign in every one of my Momma Bear instincts to deal with it.

We were at a birthday party recently and there was a girl there, maybe 6 or 7 years old. I witnessed her being a jerk to numerous people, including my special needs friend who is 9 years old, and other adults as well. She stuck her tongue out at my husband and his friend. Told other kids ‘I don’t like you.’ T...

Dear Daughters

Down the road, your friendships will probably seem like the most important thing in the world to you. Your family life will probably take a backseat to your social life, and the opinions of your friends will likely carry more weight than the opinions of your family. There seems to be a misunderstanding about what friends are these days. The term Frenemy is a real thing. The plight of mean girls is terrifying to me. The idea of ‘friends’ crushing you by ...

Dear Daughters

There will come a day when you will see something, or learn of something so heartbreaking that it makes your heart bleed. It’s so hard to hear of such tragic stories without feeling totally overwhelmed with the pain, or sorrow, anger, or fear.

The suffering that exists in the world is infinite. It is seemingly unending and there are no justifications to explain the horrendous evils that permeate our world. The News tells us about the worst things happenin...

Dear Daughters

My dad has given me some pretty sound advice over my life. Be kind to people. Have empathy. Be nice to the kids who need a little more support. Honesty is the best policy. Integrity is paramount.

One of the moist poignant things he ever told me was that it was human nature for people to talk about other people. People talk about people. People will also talk about events, ideas and the weather, but mostly, they will always talk about people. What they’...

Dear Daughters

I’m nursing yet another battle wound that I received simply because I’m your mother.

Miss M smashed me in the mouth with a toy while we were all in the bath tub together. It wasn’t intentional, but my tooth went through my lip and instantly my mouth was filled with blood. Miss B was mortified because I looked like I came straight from a horror film. You know when your teeth are coated in blood and your whole mouth looks like your ...

Dear Daughters

One day in the distant future, you will be faced with trying to decide what career you want. It’s a right of passage that we all go through, and it can be quite daunting, especially when you’ve been taught that you can do anything you put your mind to. My advise to you is that you consider not only what you want to do for a career, but how you want to make a living. How you want to spend your days, because you will spend a HUGE amount of your time doing...

Dear Daughters,

I am constantly surprised by you. Both of you. There’s something magical in the way you learn and evolve. The pride in your eyes when you master a new skill, or the triumphant look that you get when you’ve tackled a challenge. I hope that you grow knowing that your possibilities are truly limitless. There is nothing that you cannot learn and master; there is nothing holding you back. 

My parents never put limits on me. They...

Dear Daughters

When I was a young teen, I ruined Christmas. I pre-opened every single present that I could find in our house. I was sneaky too. I’d use a razor blade to slice the tape and then I'd reseal it with perfect precision. I not only opened mine, but everyone else’s too. I ruined Christmas. And I only made that mistake once.

It’s hard to have patience. If it was easy, everyone would do it. Patience is wisdom in waiting. I hate being...

Dear Daughters

 Time is relative. That is why when your baby cries, ten minutes feel like thirty, but when you're busy and rushed, time flies by.  Waiting for the kettle to boil feels like an eternity but trying to get the family out the door in half an hour and that time is gone in an instant.   

     In theory, if I live a slow paced, peaceful life, ...

Dear Daughters

 I have always been the stubborn one.  I would cut off my nose despite my face more times than I care to admit.   On top of being stubborn, I'm also a bit of a know-it-all.  The two combined is quite the combination!  Growing up, I made my opinion known regardless of the subject.  My personal filter was never very good.  My brain was a sieve...  whatever came to mind, I blurted out....