For My Daughter

While holding my daughter this afternoon, I was flooded with so many things I want her to grow up knowing. I want her to know that thunderstorms aren't scary, they're cozy and a great backdrop for snuggling on the sofa with a good book. I want her to know that it's okay to try at something and fail. I want her to know that I will always stay up late to hear about her dates, and will have a shoulder for her to cry on when that one boy doesn't seem to like her. I want her to know that being a girl is fun, but it comes with a lot of responsibilities. I want her to know that she is a mystery which will never happen again, a miracle which has never happened before (e.e. cummings). I want her to know that I will help her find the right shade of cover up when she's worried about her acne, and will let her know how beautiful she is even without it. I want her to know that I wont be mad when she drops a plate full of spaghetti on my white carpet. I want her to know that every boy comes and goes except for one, but girlfriends will stay with you forever. I want her to know that thinking for herself is important, and it's okay to question and challenge and disagree. I want her to know that respect for herself and others is one of the keys to happiness. I want her to know that I will never be more than a phone call or coffee date away. There are so many more things I want her to know, and that she will know, but for now I am more than content with what she does know...that she is loved. That's what it all comes down to in the end.