Daughters are simply wonderful. My 2 girls make me feel like a super hero mom because they look up me like I look up to my mom. The one thing I want for them is to be able to look past me and do what makes them happy and whole. They both have different personalities and they both have unique talents and gifts that I can’t wait to see how they give back to the world.
My open letter to my daughters:
From the first moment I thought you were in danger at birth I cried and asked God to protect you. As my health went left bringing you into this world I asked God that if we both couldn’t be here that He would allow you to shine your light on the world. I was 28 and although young enough to need guidance but old enough to take care of your needs, I can admit I felt lost. Every thought of what I was supposed to do entered my mind. No one told me about how to take care of me while taking care of you past going to sleep when the baby sleeps. There was so much more that I needed to know. I definitely put you first. I watched your Hanmom put herself first with me so I had the blue print. However the many times we went to the doctors those nights watching you while you slept I asked God to guide me as we got through it. I didn’t realize until now that your smiles through it all was a lesson. A lesson as an adult I forgot time to time as stressed mounted. The smiles I forgot many times as I worried about my own abilities instead of seeing that you were fine and we would eventually be fine. You are getting older. You see things differently from being an infant. You are questioning yourself and who you are. The girls around you aren’t always a help. I hope that you take the time to see how much of a jewel you are. How much I admire you and how much you teach those who are willing to take in the lesson.
My prayer is that as your grow, you will become assertive in your needs. I pray that you will continue to be a leader. That you will know its okay to be quirky. It’s okay to love fun days. It’s okay to love and watch and discern others. I pray that you never lose your positivity. Your dad and I would talk about how bright you are and we hope no one will dim your light not even us. I love you “best friend.” Show the world who you are and whose you are!
They say the 3rd time is the charm. They were correct. By the time I had you, I learned how to manage myself. I learned how to eat better with you. I was better prepared for you. I knew what triggers in my pregnancy to look for. I had gotten to the point to manage the stress and those who were stressors. I remember when my life was again on the chopping block. I was about 4 months pregnant and I got the news that I had a blood clot on my brain. I cried so bad. I said what is it about these girls that they take me through so much. I still don’t have that answer but I knew if I would be taken that I had started to show your big sister the love and she had enough love to give it to you. Thankfully God spared us both. You are such a mother’s dream. You are spunky, cheerful, and really you read people like nothing I have ever seen. You really channel your great grandmother by who your middle name comes from. You channel your dad’s mom too. So know I’ll be watchful of you. I see how shy you are in mixed crowds but once your comfort levels are up you take over. I love that you don’t allow folks to talk slick to you. You do the slick talking. I love that about you and regardless of what people may say, as long as you remain respectful I hope you never change that.
My prayer for you is that you take life and run with it. That you continue to command respect from those around you. I pray that you become this singer and entertainer you want to be. I pray that you life your life on your own terms and never stop just because a few won’t agree with you. I pray that you are always surrounded by love and folks that are grounded. I love you, Noodle!
My prayer for both of you is that you stay connected. That as much as you get on each other’s nerves that you always look out for one another and lean on each other when times gets hard. I pray that if I should not be there to watch your milestones (and I pray that I am) that you would take each other under and become strong and best friends to each other. That you lean into one another and that you would continue to love each other. Remember you are Storr girls, and Storr girls always make good choices, are strong and confident, and defy naysayers.