A Letter to my Daughter

Dear Sophia,


If you were to have told me ten years ago that I would have a daughter, I never would have believed you.  For as long as I can remember, I imagined myself as a “boy mom”: the kind of mamma who is a bit rough and tumble, in on the sword fights and constructing the play forts.  I’ve always been a bit of a tomboy, so it seemed to be a natural fit.  The births of your three big brothers confirmed this for me.  I love being a mom.


And then my world was forever changed in the very best way.  On May 30th, I laid on that ultrasound table as the sweet technician exclaimed, “It’s a girl!”  Your Daddy and I stared at each other, mouths wide open in shock.  A girl?!  I was a whole lot excited and a little bit afraid.


Sophia, since that very first moment, you have helped your Mamma grow.  I have always struggled with being comfortable in my own skin.  I have doubted my worth and have sought approval from others in the hopes I would believe it myself.  But you…your very existence made your Mamma face these things head on.  


When you see your Mamma, I want you to see confidence.  I want you to see strength and determination.  I want you to know that with lots of hard work, you can do anything you set your mind to.  This weekend, your Mamma fulfilled a dream that I’ve wanted to accomplish for a long time.  

This weekend, I completed my very first 5K race.  I ran with your Daddy, your Poppa and your Tee.  The course was more difficult than I anticipated with a really steep hill, but I kept going and pushed through.  Your face was constantly in my thoughts.  I did this race for you, sweet girl.  


I’m so glad that God has plans so much better than mine.  I cannot imagine life without you.  
You are loved more than you will ever know.


To the moon and back,
Mamma