Most of the time, I find myself caught off guard by your beauty. It emerges in the gentle way you rise each morning, your hair tousled and your blankets snugly wrapped around you, your bare feet resting on your cherished Frozen sheets.
It’s in the way you gaze at me, untouched by the makeup you might one day crave, and my heart aches a little because you don’t yet see yourself as I do. I’m mesmerized watching you dash across the yard, laughter bubbling forth as you play with your sister, your movements radiating the innocence and joy that will eventually fade with time.
In those fleeting moments, dear daughter, when you are blissfully unaware of the world’s expectations, I am reminded of the breathtaking young girl you are becoming, replacing the baby who once fit so perfectly in my arms. It takes my breath away because, in those instances, away from your self-perception, I see you as you truly are—radiantly beautiful.
I often wonder when you will start to consider how you appear to others. When will you begin to adjust your clothes and scrutinize your reflection, becoming your own toughest critic? I can anticipate the day you’ll roll your eyes at my insistence that you are lovely, but trust me, I mean every word.
You may pluck, shape, diet, and preen—maybe even sprinkle some glitter (do teens still do that?)—but in my eyes, dear daughter, you will always be the most beautiful sight ever. You invoke wonder and awe, similar to the feeling I had the day you were born, when I held you for the first time, recognizing you as if we were long-lost friends.
The truth is, I often find myself simply watching you. While it may sound peculiar, I cannot help it; I’m a mother, and it’s impossible not to feel a little bit overwhelmed by love when your heart is walking around outside your body in a world filled with challenges.
Every aspect of you captivates me—from the freckle on your leg to the way you tuck your hair behind your ears, even the focus you exhibit while coloring. Sometimes, my love for you is so intense that I need to remind myself to hold back, not wanting to come off as the overly emotional mom. I felt a rush of tears during your kindergarten graduation, knowing I still had many milestones ahead with you and your siblings.
I hope to capture the beauty I see in you—your carefree laughter, the way you embrace me without hesitation, the serenity of your sleep. I want to share this with you when the time comes that you begin to compare yourself to others and grapple with self-doubt.
I wish I could hold up an enormous mirror that reflects my view of you—showing your strength, kindness, and every unique trait that makes you who you are. Because, dear daughter, you are undeniably beautiful, even if there will be times when you struggle to believe it.
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In summary, this heartfelt letter serves as a reminder of the unique beauty and value you possess. It is a mother’s wish for her daughter to see herself through loving eyes, and to embrace her own worth in a world that can often be critical.