written word
August 28, 2013 § 11 Comments
To my daughter,
I keep returning to a recent memory, my thoughts snag on the image of your form bent over a note card. You were writing a letter of thanks, one hand balled tightly into a fist holding the stationary in place.
You do the same when you read.
Your body naturally contracts with the force of your concentration and I am reminded great strength rests in your small hands. I have often imagined a day might come when reading would flow through you with greater ease, instead it remains an exercise of will. Every page is a beautiful victory.
Thank you for modeling grace and determination, for allowing me to explore language more conscious of the treasure of literacy. Without you books were little more than the air I breathe, I slipped between words casually unaware. What came easily to me has more value for my experiences as your mother.
Of all my favorite storybook characters, you are my heroine.
Love, Mom
scribblechic 
That’s so awesome!
Thanks!
Inspiring and sweet, great post.
Thank you.
I could feel the vibrations resonate – of motherhood, childhood and the unbreakable love that binds them. Lovely post!
Thank you for such a beautiful compliment.
This is so beautiful. I will think of this when my daughters learn how to read and write.
Thank you. In so many ways this space is a memory keeper, a safe haven for little moments least I forget.
Beautiful! Thank you! “Every page is a beautiful victory.” – my favorite part. The same is true for my daughter…thank you for inspiring me to celebrate each page with her. Lovely!
Celebrating your daughter, too. Thank you!
How sweet! Thank you!