I have two toddler daughters.
No, they’re not twins, although I field this question daily. The younger one’s going to pass the older one any time soon, and, from the back, they sure look like twins. Adorable, chubby-legged toddler twins.
They’re as close as twins anyway.
They are each other’s best friend, and some times I have to squeeze to get inside of the mess of love going on between them.
“Any room for Mama?”
My mom homeschooled me all the way up, and I never got tired of being in her presence.
My father was an active counselor, playmate, leader, and friend.
However, when it came to sharing the hard stuff – the nitty gritty, ugly sin stuff – my mouth was closed tight.
My childish pride stood in my way like a horned villain. “Can’t ever have Dad and Mom thinking I’m anything less than angelic!”
There’s really nothing they could’ve done better.
In my late teens, I liked to pin the problem on them.
“Well, they’re scary because they take things away when I do wrong!” (How is this a bad thing? It’s called “consequences.”)
or “They tell people I’m wonderful, so I can’t let them down!” (So they can’t ever praise me? Of course they know I’m human!)
Even if you’re the perfect mother, who has established a beautiful Gilmore-Girls-like relationship with your daughter, odds are there will still be That One Thing (or Two or Four or Fifteen Things) she’s going to have a very hard time talking about.
(Rory *did* go and sleep with the married ex-boyfriend, you know. That’s, personally, when I could stomach no more of the show.) Gilmore Girls aside, any relationship between a Christian adult and a child is off-balanced with one side being largely immature. No matter how much you give on your end, your child isn’t going to be a saint. Their little pride problem exists as well, and they’ve had fewer years to temper it. And I find that daughters, especially, tend to have trouble with their mothers at some point in their lives.
Hence, my latest project: Letters to My Daughters.
I heard about this first when an article floated past about a mother sending her kid off to college with a shoebox full of letters for different situations: falling in love, a difficult test, emotional trouble, etc.
I LOVED the idea, being a writer who likes things up close and personal, but I thought,
“Why wait until college?”
Even if they’re in my home, there will probably be an elephant or two that will be hard for them to broach.
Therefore, I thought, wouldn’t it be great to start writing them letters now?
I can store them in this beautiful box I got on Etsy, paint their names on top, and let them pull out a letter when they need it but their mouths won’t open, and their hearts are bursting.
I can even keep checking back to see which letter is missing and which I need to replace with a new one on the same topic.
Here are some of the topics I want to cover:
- (General) Sadness
- When You Doubt God
- When You Have a Crush
- When You’re Afraid
- When You Have a Terrible Secret
- Difficulty with Me, Your Mama
- Difficulty with Another Family Member
But I know there are more! This is where you come in.
Do you have ideas for what topics I can write about and have waiting for my daughters?
May God bless our children and give them an intimate relationship with Him, and a blessed one with us. ❤