Letter of love to my daughter: A Letter to My Daughter and Life Lessons for Her to Follow

Letter to My Daughter: It’s All Right | by J.A. Carter-Winward

The lullaby sung to you when you were still learning about sunrises and the deeper, yet more vital, luminosity of moonlight.

Photo: J.A. Carter-Winward Photography ©

Daughter —

The last thing you wrote to me a few weeks back:

“I feel abandoned. I know that might seem unfair because you’re dealing with so much. But it’s Christmas and I’m hurt because I don’t have my mom. I don’t need people who aren’t there for me in my life. But… I’ll always love you and always miss you at Christmastime. Please don’t message me anymore. I’m sorry it had to turn out this way.”

Please don’t message me anymore.

I suppose this is technically a message, this letter, along with the small box in your hand. But you could also choose to see it how *I* see it: a written wish, or a set of wishes. Since that’s how I choose to view it, I suppose that means you have a choice in how you perceive it too as you read it, as you open the small box and see what lies within on your flight to the other end of the country for your grad school.

My wish and hope for you is that you have a wonderful, enlightening, enriching adventure as you move forward and learn what others have to offer you there. That you’ll make friends, find a good home, find a good life.

I wanted you to have the token in the box and this letter, these words, to remind you of something that you’ll have forever, if you choose to acknowledge that you have it: the knowledge, deep down inside, of how much I love you, have always loved you. The knowledge that I always will.

I don’t ever want you to close your eyes and not know or believe that it’s all right. I want you to know that you and I can sing our song — this song — together. And within you — these words can stay as long as you like.

The lyrics aren’t just “words, words, words.”

They are the truth of things.

But the song we’ve been singing for some time, now…well. It has been disharmonious at best, dissonant and an ear-ringing, tear-jerking cacophony at worst.

But I wanted — needed — you to know: even though this ol’ world must still keep spinning’ ‘round…

I still love you.

As a mother of a daughter yourself, I think you ought to know this truth: it’s a mother’s job to let her daughters down. It’s the daughter’s job to feel let down.

Yes, the sun, it’s surely sinking. And as mothers, we must prepare our daughters for the descent.

But it’s also our jobs as daughters — if we choose — to look back and say: Well, Mom didn’t know the right love songs, and she doesn’t sing the blues anymore. But she can sing *this* song, and I can sing this song because she taught me the words. Maybe that will be enough one day. Maybe it was the only song she could ever really sing, and maybe in the end it — and that — is all right.

My hope is that will be enough for you and for your daughter — who is a light in both our worlds.

Oh, right now, you are her sun. You light her way, as I lit yours so long ago. And as we wane, sink, and the moon of the Crone, the old woman rises, the light might seem so pale, so faint, in comparison.

And the still-lit skies of dawn or dusk don’t do its guiding glow justice.

But being an adult, well…there aren’t a lot of 24/7 sunny days. Not anymore. At times it seems like one long, endless night. And that’s when you have to really look for moonlight. You must be patient. Wait for a break in the clouds. Suddenly, that glow is a guiding light that seems to light the very places you need to step, go, grow,

I’m sorry to say that one day, your little beam will accuse you, too: accuse you of sinking when surely you can still stand. She’ll be angry at you for setting on her too soon; for sinking on her and her eternal, carefree summer.

You will inevitably begin to sing the wrong songs.

It happens to the best of us. And the worst. Whether you like it or not, it happens to all mothers and daughters. Oh yes, my mother warned me.

‘Daughters just like me? Bah.’

I assured her (in my all-knowing-ness, minus her 50+ years of experience): “Not mine. We have a bond you’ll never ‘get,’ Mom, because I taught them to love without having impossible expectations. Ones you had for me. Ones in which I could never hope to meet.”

I was so very sure.

Then that sun of mine, the sun of me, the young-mother to you, my girl-child-daughter… it began its descent. You watched your skies grow dark.

Where was I as you wandered, lost? Why did I suddenly make you in charge of your own light? What kind of mother does such a thing? So you asked me that very question:

Where were you, where are you, when I need you most?

I tried to tell you: I am as powerless over how and when I sink as I am over the gloaming.

And you wrote: Abandonment settles in deeper here…

Oh, my beautiful girl. I need you to know that at the end of the day, my love for you is one of many lights within you. And it is the only thing I gave — and give you — that will last.

Even this life I gave you almost thirty-years ago…I can’t even give you that, everlasting. But my love — whether I’m here, there, or gone — it’s in you, free to do with, allocate as you wish.

And my love is without condition, but not because of my mother’s anti-example. Yes, in a way she taught love despite expectations of hers that went — and remained — unmet. But in that lesson, I realized I, too had expectations of her. I realized my mother taught me the kind of love I have and hold: she taught me how to love without end.

My father, he had no expectations, and that was a love on which I built my own brand of love.

As you know, in the twilight of their lives and years, as I cared for them both, I knew love without expectation for both of them because I hold within me the light shared by both with me. And at the end, neither could give me a flicker —not even a faint moon-lit word.

But because of my 30+ years with them as my parents — constantly letting me down, I might add — I chose to believe in it. And when I made the choice to stop seeing their lack of meeting my impossible expectations of them. I stopped setting a bar. I no longer believed that “Mom only loves me if she behaves this way or that. Dad only loves me if he meets these criteria.”

If I’d continued to see them, the way they loved me that way? I would have missed out on the last years of their lives, some of the best years of mine with them as I cared for them while they faded — lights I couldn’t fathom living without — behind the mountainous range, the ancient, stone-walls of the Earth; immovable and inevitable.

Even when they would forget my name many days, who I was, I was able to rise for them. I got to show up. But even more vital, I got to show them that not only was I not going to abandon them, but that I knew they had not, had never, abandoned me.

Oh yes, I said the same things to them, especially to Mom. And now I see how it hurt her. She cared so very much, worried so very much. I got to reassure her that I knew they showed up, even when I chose to believe they hadn’t.

They showed up each time I held you, comforted you, sang you the lullaby-songs to sleep.

I could have absolutely chosen to continue seeing it the other way, like my sisters had. Now, when we speak of our parents, both my older sisters have no smiles, no patience, no warm memories like I do. We don’t speak of them often and I don’t envy their regret.

Both hold deep sadness that they chose to perceive Mom and Dad’s “inability to rally” when they needed support for their thises and thats: all the dark shadow-nights that saturated their increasingly isolated adult worlds.

Well.

At the time, they’d both said they didn’t want or need unsupportive people in their lives; people who weren’t there for them. I remember Mom’s tears, the sadness in the withering gleam in her aging blue eyes.

Didn’t my sisters know? The reason they both survived all they had was because Mom and Dad had shown up — when it counted.

The fact they realize it — too late — is no comfort to them. And so, no speaking of them in spring, when we meet for lunch on the date of the anniversaries of their deaths. They speak of the waning. They don’t speak of our parent’s brilliance within them; within all of us.

Regret, my sweetheart. It is the heaviest of all emotions. It grows heavier with time because to maintain it, one must continue to heap evidence upon personal-narrative evidence to combat the natural inclination death brings with it: the ability to erase all wrongs; illuminate all the “rights.”

In closing, my daughter, my beautiful, accomplished, girl-with-a-curl, both good and horrid, like her mother, like her daughter… I will give you one more guarantee: I will fall short of everyone’s expectations. I will continue to fall short. I have, and I do.

But.

That doesn’t change the fact that I still I love you. And that’s all I really want you to know and believe.

The trick: it’s up to you to believe it. It’s up to you what you’re willing to accept, feel, and acknowledge. And ultimately, it’s up to you to choose to feel loved or choose to feel abandoned.

Keep in mind, whichever you choose to feel and believe? It won’t change me. What you choose to believe, focus on, won’t make my love anything less than what it is. You are free, of course, to tell yourself I am not here, there, and never have been. But you don’t get to tell me how I know I feel, nor do you get to impose your strong, fiery will on my love. Or my limitations.

Now, the “token” in the box. I know you remember it. The necklace I wore your whole childhood, so very precious to me — given to me as a gift the night I “dedicated” myself to my own integrity. The night I rejected the faith of my community and childhood, rejected “the patriarchy,” and dedicated myself to the The Great Mother and all she represents: the Collective Whole of humanity. You’ve loved the necklace your whole life, too, because you love moonstone.

And you loved my brilliance.

Don’t you know you were part of it?

My children were never in my shadow, you were all my light. I simply reflected it back to you, and you, in your child-like wonder, attributed it to me.

From the “all-knowing Wikipedia,” moonstone is:

… a gem for intuition, balance, and wishes.

It’s a lucky stone… And so I give it to you at the beginning of the year, as you approach your 31st.

It’s a sacred crystal… Because being a mother is a sacred charge.

It is an eccentric jewel… Ah, we’re both eccentric and unconventional in our own ways, you and me. It’s what makes us US, and I love us both.

But I love you because you’re you. I don’t pick out specifics. I know you told me to, but I don’t care what color your hair is this week. I don’t care what you wear, what your size or shape or age is. With or without your master’s or undergrad. With or without honors.

Specific praise is for a small child who needs praise to reinforce good behavior. Kids can’t really choose because when they are totally dependent on you, it’s up to you to do your very best, and when you can’t do something, it’s up to you to show your kids why, and then help them see that that’s okay. Doing anything else won’t serve them well, or you with them, later on.

And you’re not a child anymore.

For me, I think I finally grew up when I saw and accepted my parents for who they were then, in the moment, not who I wished them to be or remain.

I believe that adults have the ability to love the whole person, “warts and all,” if you’ll excuse the cliché.

Adults don’t pick and choose the highlights of someone they love, then reject and try and correct their low-lights. They don’t focus on the shadows and dark and use them to discount the light. That kind of relationship is for people who don’t know how to love.

So you see, no one is an expert on my love more than me. Not saying I did, or do it, “right,” if there is a right way to love at all. I just know that *I* know how to love. And I have no idea how to stop once I love someone.

I wish I didn’t love your dad, still. I do. Doesn’t mean I could stay married to him.

I didn’t stop loving him because love, to me, is endless. Those are the deepest hurts. Loving someone you wish you didn’t. Loving someone who hurts you, time and again. But that’s when the other part of my wish for you comes in and what I know about me: I also know how to love myself enough to not allow other people to define how I should love or how I should show that love.

I don’t let other people define who I am. Those are tough boundaries to hold when you love without expectation and end. It’s heart-wrenching, to tell you the truth.

I also like to think I taught you how to love by showing you what love looks like the times I did, and do, show up. And if you choose to focus on those times rather than the many times you feel and believe I let you down, you might see me, and yourself, differently.

But…that’s up to you as an adult. I’m only in charge of me. Me and my love for you. You don’t get to determine it, though, my love. You only get to determine how much you allow to keep filling you, each storm-filled day.

And it won’t be long before another day… then another, then another, and when all is said and done, that’s the crux of the many wishes I have for you: that you find ways to love without expectation or end, but not without boundaries so the love for yourself stays intact.

That you might know the difference between love with conditions and unconditional love. That you choose to see love in your interactions with those who love you rather than attacks and abandonment.

Because in the end…. it really is a choice, one an adult must make all the time, especially regarding people who are imperfect, but who have perfect love for you.

I wish I hadn’t got sick. Because of that, I’ve let a lot of people down. But…that’s actually okay because I choose not to let that change how I love; how much I love.

I didn’t create their expectations. I make clear my limitations, always. Whether people understand, respect, or acknowledge them? Not up to me.

What I really want you to hear is that no matter what, that’s who I am — and that’s my solid ground. My final wish for you: that someday, you’ll see — and more important than that — you’ll feel that solid ground I laid, and continue to lay, beneath your ever-quickening step and dance.

And that grounding light, it can and will be there, always. If you choose — if you wish. Either way, it’s all right.

Because I can sing this song…

…and I’ll keep singing it and singing it, even while you’re gone.

I never stopped and I never will.

Love,

Mom

A Letter to My Daughter

IN: Motherhood

September 27, 2018 By Kbahgat 20 Comments

Let me start off by saying this…I am super emotional this week.   I was laying in bed the other night watching the episode of the Kardashians when Khloe’s dog died eating chips and crying.  Maybe it’s the full moon, maybe it’s just because I’m a woman.

I thought this week it would be a good time to take those emotions and pour them into a letter for my daughter.  I know she can’t read yet, but one day when she’s old enough I want her to have this to read.  So, here it goes.

Dear Lyla Bugs,

My sweet, funny, incredibly smart, and rule-enforcing little Lyla bugs.  Words could never express how much love I have for you. When I think about you and how lucky I am to be your mom my heart swells with joy and pride. You have been nothing short of amazing, even from such an early age.  Your daddy and I always talk about how special you have always been and how we think you’re going to grow up to rule the world one day. We’ve said it since you were a baby.  I know every parent says this about your child, but you, you’re amazing.

I’m blown away by how incredibly smart you are and how sharp your mind is.  How, no matter where we are or how few times you’ve been somewhere, you remember the smallest details about your previous experiences in those places, even down to what you were wearing or what was said or what we bought.  Things that not even I remember. I’m blown away by how you recognize emotion and try to comfort people in those moments.  How sometimes you tell me when you see me upset because of something your brother did, “Mommy, I know you’re frustrated, but he’s just a baby.  He didn’t mean it.”  You, my sweet girl, are wise beyond your years and I know great things are in store for you.

Every day I wake up I wonder how I can be a better mom for you and your brother.  I wonder if what I do day in and day out would make you proud of who I am.  I wonder if I’m setting a good example of being a hard worker so that when you grow up you will know nothing other than to work really hard for what you want out of life.   I want to teach you that if you want something, you can’t simply just want it.  You have to put in the work to make it happen.  I don’t want you to fall victim to jealousy and comparison because it is the thief of joy in life. You, sweet girl, are the author to your life story.  You are the one that decides what kind of life you want to live and that is what I hope you learn from me growing up.  It is something that took me a long time to realize.

My hope is that when you grow up you will tell people that you want to be just like your mom because your mom never settled. Never settling is something that I’m working hard towards changing. THIS. This, Lyla, is what I want the most for you: to never settle. Never settle in a relationship you’re unhappy in.  Never settle for a job that doesn’t satisfy your passion or purpose, whatever you decide that to be, and never settle when someone tells you you can’t do something. Remember that I’ve taught you that you are capable of doing anything.   May you only settle when your soul is filled and your heart is content.

I want you to be a good, kind human who empathizes with others and never judges.  Someone who takes diversity and leverages it to connect with people. Instead of finding what is different between you and another person I want you to find out what you have in common. Learn about them. Find out where they’re from and what brought them here. How boring would the world be if we were all the same? Culture is what makes the world exciting. We don’t travel to different places to experience what we could at home, right? That’s the beauty of culture.  The world is at our fingertips through the different people we meet.  Celebrate those differences. Your daddy and I couldn’t be more opposite. We come from different backgrounds, countries, religions, languages, and ages, but look at the life we’ve created together.  He’s opened my eyes to a whole new world, one that I love and appreciate and has helped me connect with the people I come in contact with every day. When you’re out somewhere and you see someone struggling with language, or they look different from you, don’ judge them.  Don’t make fun of them.  Don’t ever tell them to “go back to where they belong” because where they belong is a place where they can feel safe and welcomed, just like you and I. Understand the hardships they must be facing being in a place where no one understands them.  Empathize with them.  Offer your help or even just a friendly smile. Understand that they want to be part of a place that you and I are so lucky to have been born in and take for granted. Approach every one you meet with respect and with that in mind.  Be kind, always.

Know that when you’ve seen mommy in a bad mood or stressed when I get home it’s because I had a long day, working, so that I could provide a good life for you and your brother.  Know that every day I drive myself mad thinking about ways that I can improve our lives even a little bit more or how I can create a life for us by our own design. Know that you and your brother are my driving force to be the best version of myself possible.

Many people go through life wondering what kind of legacy they will leave behind.  Most people rate their success based on their career or how much money they’ve made, the things they’re able to buy or the vacations they’re able to take. But for me, my legacy will be my children. You will be a direct reflection of my life’s work and effort. You are what I will say I am proud to have created and leave behind.

I want you to know how much mommy loves you and how proud I am of you. I want you to know how worthy you are of everything you could ever dream of and more.  Repeat after me: I am strong. I am brave. I am kind. I am confident, and I can do ANYTHING I put my mind to.

I am who I am because of you. You are my world my sweet, sweet baby girl

Love, Your Mommy.

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A Letter to My Daughter I Have Not Seen in 7 Years — Prison Journalism Project

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You’ve never been out of my thoughts.

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Dorothy MaraglinoMay 3, 2022May 3, 2022

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To my 9-year-old daughter on her birthday,

We have not seen each other or heard each other’s voice in more than seven years, but I can still hear your voice when I close my eyes. I have no details of your life and do not know whether your childhood has been perfect or a struggle. My own childhood was great, but at your age, I struggled to find my true self. 

Growing up in Haiti, I was able to explore beaches, castles, lighthouses, old forts and my backyard. I was a tomboy who loved to hang out with my dad and brothers. There was not a tree I could not climb or an adventure that I would turn down. My brothers would help me build my own fort or turn a patio into a boat. At around the age of 8 or 9, I went to a school where I made friends and played sports: soccer, baseball, kickball and basketball. My favorite was kickball. Life was an amazing adventure. 

In our family, the women blossom early. This made sliding into the base hard. I got braces around the age of 11 or 12 and that made me awkward. They were the old, sharp braces so sports got harder and even climbing trees got harder. I struggled to transition from the tomboy I was into the woman I was becoming. This struggle continued until I was almost 18 years old. There are times I wonder if you will struggle as much as I did with myself.

As a child, I had an unwavering faith in my God and my family. Then things happened to introduce doubt, and I’ve kept struggling to find that firm faith I miss so much. God is mysterious but our relationships with him should not be any more complicated than the one we have with our earthly fathers. 

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Baby, I am so sorry that you have grown up without your father. This may impact your relationship with God because you don’t know what it is like to have daily access to your dad. I know I had that with my dad and I miss it so very much. My hope is that you will find your relationship with God and allow him to be the constant rock in your life. When you let go of that it is so hard to get it back. 

Baby, I sit here in prison accused of the worst thing. I wrote to you several years ago to help explain why you are growing up without me. Nothing has changed, but the state laws have. This means there is hope of my coming home. But as I said in the last letter, I won’t know whether I will be home when you are 9 years old or when you are a grown woman. I wrote a book about your many names, and I hope you understand that your name is not who you are, it is something we call you. You are who you are no matter what name you respond to.

Each week since you were a baby, I have written to you. Some weeks it was just a simple note, but I always wanted you to know that I have never forgotten you for a single second. There is no way I can know if you have received any of them. In all these years, I have never gotten a reply, but I can’t stop writing to you. Someday I pray that you will want to see me and I want you to know I will be ready. I treasure and hold dear the time you lived inside of me and each moment we had during your rare visits to see me.

You are now and will forever be my daughter. I wait for the day when we can have conversations and share each other’s lives. Until that day, I am here and I do love you.

I love you to Mars and back,
Mummy

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A letter from a mother to her daughter about love, fears and hope.

Daughter’s poems from mother touching to tears You have a beautiful daughter

Sometimes it is difficult to tell about the most intimate, intimate things. Choose the right tactful words, do not offend, do not hurt feelings. Then the letter will express everything better, because there will be time to think it over properly.

Mom’s letter

An example of this is a letter from a daughter from her mother. A wise woman will not throw out feelings in a fit of irritation, she will make an entry in her diary. Or write a message to his rebellious daughter in the future. But when you can communicate only in letters, she will find the right words for her adult girl. She will sit up all night to write her a congratulation in verse.

Sometimes this is a farewell letter. Daughter will read it when her mother is no more…

Between us, blondes

In an elegant cosmetic bag — a fragrant envelope with the inscription: »
A letter from a blonde mother to a blonde daughter «. In it, several lines are inscribed on coated paper with vignettes in calligraphic handwriting. This socialite left a parting word for her daughter. Read.

»
Honey! You have grown up and become a real beauty. Believe me, beauty is hard to keep. A lot of scoundrels flock to it and therefore I am afraid for you.

When a wise man was dying, he said to his daughters: «Be smart if you can. Be kind if you want. But always be beautiful.» I fully agree with these words.

Have you ever seen peeled off polish on my nails? Have you seen me lose my temper? I’m proud that you didn’t see it.

Beauty is not so much external as internal quality. Revisit the movie «Legally Blonde» and act like the heroine Reese Witherspoon. Ethics is the way to success. 9Your mother.

A nurse enters the ward and hands her a note. This is from her mother. The woman begins to read and her eyes fill with tears. What a touching letter from her mother to her daughter!

«My girl!

What a smart girl you are, you gave birth to a healthy daughter. You will soon leave the maternity hospital with her. The pain will be forgotten. I brought you a bouquet of roses, but they told me that flowers are not supposed to be given to women in labor. And all the goodies were not missed either

Everything will be waiting for you at home. Your baby crib from the cottage is already in your room, and I bought a new changing chest. My friends have collected a bunch of children’s things and toys.

Dear! cook «candy» out of nothing. I myself went through this. But promise me one thing: you will marry a man who will persuade you on his knees to give birth to his child. Your daughter is happiness, remember this.

I love you. Mom».

And there is no longer even a shadow of sadness on the face of a young woman. And the whole life is ahead — many years. There is a mother and a daughter. This is a lot. You can start living with this again.

Coming of age

everyone was sleeping, the girl was awakened by the smell of flowers. There was a bouquet with a note on the pillow. That day she turned eighteen.

The letter was not signed. Someone compared her skin to a lily, her eyes to stars, her hair to waves. Voice likened the singing of a nightingale, laughter — the sound of a thousand bells. At the end was the word «kiss» eighteen times.0003

She couldn’t sleep anymore and went to make coffee. Mom was in the kitchen.

Ma, who was with us? I have such a bouquet! And a note!

You are my princess, mum whispered. The lump in her throat prevented her from speaking. And she wanted to say, a lot of things she wanted to say. But instead, she cried.

The daughter turned the note over. How could she not have guessed! Only mom writes such a capital «A»!

Then they drank coffee, planned the day, joked and laughed. But since then, the daughter has been thinking: can a letter from her boyfriend be as romantic as a letter from her daughter from her mother for 18 years?

In verse

Mom was the ringleader in the family. She constantly arranged small holidays, wrote songs, poems. Often staged theatrical performances with friends. Some texts were then quoted for a long time — so aptly she commented on events and gave characteristics.

But she also wrote personal letters. They were not shown to friends — too intimate. Here is one such letter from her mother to her daughter for 18 years:

“Daughter, you have grown big.0003

You’re eighteen. Education is over.

It’s all up to you to decide that your mother and father are there!

You fly away to study from your native nest.

Call when you arrive, and we will be waiting for a letter.

Maybe later they will be useful for our future grandchildren.

Once you finish your studies, you will return and start your own family.

Life will start over again. How I love you! «.

Neither mom nor dad is gone anymore. Having studied as a communications engineer, having not found a job in her specialty, the daughter has been working as a salesman for many years. And she lives in her parents’ house, sometimes rereading a box of letters. At such moments, mom seems to be standing nearby. It’s good that these words remained from her! They are full of love, and this gives strength to live on.

Letter from mother to daughter in prose

When a daughter grows up, becomes a girl, every mother wants to give her child parting words. How to choose your friends wisely. How to check if true love has come. How to accept and reject the advances of men, while remaining on good terms with them.

How difficult it is to study, work, be a wife and keep a house. And if you also take care of a sick child, this is a big test for a young family. How to improve relations with the mother-in-law, and why this should be done long before the wedding. Why it is necessary to protect honor from a young age.

When there is no time left to teach, inspire, explain (today graduation, tomorrow exams, then entrance in another city, hostel and evening work) — mother sits down at the kitchen table and writes a letter.

«So the festive fuss is over. The prose of adult life has begun. This letter is also in prose, because I want to tell you about unromantic and mundane things. It’s easier for me to do it in writing.

Please remember your children. Their not yet, but they are in the future. Don’t make them blush for your mother. Don’t kill them. Don’t let them out into the world if you don’t love them. There are many different medicines now, I don’t understand them well. But you can do it.

Don’t forget old friends. Call and say hello. Throw out old things and don’t kick out old animals.

Don’t break the law. Do not lie. Do not betray. Never envy anyone.

I love you.»

There was no envelope, and the woman folded the paper in four and signed: »
Letter from mother to daughter. Don’t waste these precious words!Write a letter to your daughter from mom to the future.

Tell us how you were waiting for her appearance in the family. How dad read books, referring to mom’s belly. How he turned white with fear for the child and his beloved when the doctor announced the pathology. How happy they were when the ultrasound showed the norm!

How the name was chosen in advance. How they studied books on parenting and swore an oath never to punish a child. As punished for the first time and roared half the night, feeling their failure as parents.

Write down all her funny words: «dig» instead of swimming, «kh» — kitty, «bang» — fell, «no» — no. The hippopotamus was a “gemenot”, the Chukchi was a “chuchka”, she renamed the backpack into a “ruckgusak”.

She is currently watching cartoons. A few years will pass, and the baby will become a girl. She may be small, but she will grow. She will marry and have a granddaughter.

Write to your daughter how happy it is to breastfeed. Write that after giving birth, a feeling of happiness also came. Then the adult daughter will read the message from her childhood and better understand both you and her child.

Unexpected discovery

During the general cleaning of her mother’s apartment, her daughter decided to throw away her old documents. And then the mother always keeps all the receipts of a hundred years ago. There was a notebook in the box. It turned out to be my mother’s diary. It was so unexpected — my mother was always self-possessed, did not give vent to emotions. Why does she need this sentimentality?

While the daughter was fiddling with it in her hands and wondering if she could read the diary or if she should ask permission, a yellowed sheet fell out of the notebook. On it is written in my mother’s hand: »
A letter from an adult daughter from her mother. «The woman sat on the sofa and immersed herself in reading.

»
You went for a walk, slamming the door. You are sure that nothing is more important than friendship and love. You think your mother is backward and boring. Your company is real people, and they consider you theirs. Your boyfriend is the coolest.

Let’s see in a few years who will stay by your side in a difficult hour. Who will survive, who will not. What fashion will you become interested in then.

I won’t tell you more. We are native people, and this is your choice. I can only pray for you. Because I think about you every hour, worry and wind myself up. I would give my life if I could help you. But you have to grow up on your own.

My sweet girl, what path have you taken! What are you doing with yourself! «.

A young woman approached an elderly woman who was sorting buckwheat in the kitchen. Silently she showed the letter and knelt, hugging her mother and hiding her face in the folds of her dress. Her shoulders shook. And tears streamed down her face, getting stuck in numerous wrinkles.

Farewell letter

Sometimes a letter cannot be answered because the person who wrote it is no longer alive. Some start like this: «If you’re reading this letter, it means I’m gone. » At the threshold of death, the secrets kept during life are revealed.

Letter from mother to daughter. With the forgiveness of long-standing grievances, with parting words regarding relatives, with the disposal of personal belongings. And, in spite of everything, bright and optimistic. As if she was leaving for a visit to America and finally gave valuable instructions.

Worries about her old dog, asking her to apologize to the neighbor, other little things — all this made mom alive.

Maybe this is how we should say goodbye? The daughter never fully accepted her death. It’s just not possible. They will meet. The time will come — and meet. They’ll hug each other, talk a lot… In the meantime, you have to live.

And finally

What different and what identical letters. A lot of emotions, like real women. Lots of nuances. A lot of love. And only women can understand them. Because they read with their hearts. This is what a letter from a daughter from her mother means.

A little girl, just a baby. The head is in buns, and there is candy in the mouth. This is my daughter, mother’s beauty. Her heavenly eyes are liked by everyone in the neighborhood. He claps his hands and laughs happily. Most of all I want to do some harm. Who runs fast here? Whose laughter is heard here? This is my baby, which is the sweetest of all. You love to play in your mother’s arms. Mom will hug you tenderly. Your sweet mother will kiss your cheek. And whisper in your ear «How I love you»!

Sunbeam, raindrop,
Light wind breath,
My daughter! You are for me
The best creature in the world!

I didn’t know what happiness was before,
I just waited for happiness and dreamed about it.
In children’s dreams — a sea of ​​sweets,
toys; In youth — beloved, to be
needed by someone. Only having received everything,
you clearly understand, True happiness
cannot be known by this. Let the sea of ​​​​
toys and kilos of sweets, And love has come,
only everything is not right. Just found out now0175 that the answer is simple, True happiness
the stork brought me. Little lump,
tenderness and warmth, My dear daughter
, you are my happiness!

My dear daughter, my sweetheart, I have no relatives in my life. Your dad and I love you so much, you are the only one given to us by God. All my dreams are only about you, all I need to know is that you are near !!!

Kiss the leg, kiss the hand. I’ll hug you softly, whisper in my ear, How much I love you very, very much, You are my daughter, you are my angel!

I live for her, I breathe only for her. I catch every glance, bastard from a smile. You are my pure, innocent child. Grow up happy my daughter. I’ll do everything, my dear, for you. Being a mom is happiness for me!

People forget about many things in life… But we will remember this night when we will be told: «Congratulations!!! Look… THIS IS YOUR DAUGHTER!!!»

I will touch my lips to a warm cheek! Oh, you are my little daughter! And the heart will shrink from the heat! God! How I love you!

… I have a daughter and a husband. This is my whole family. I treasure my family. I love them very much…

Daughter woke up, stretched sweetly, lay down, lay down Yes, and smiled. The heart is beating fast. Oh my fish! How dear is your smile to me!

I will squeeze your LITTLE legs in my PALM. And I will press it to my lips — I WILL NOT GIVE THEM TO ANYONE!!!

Every day I live like in a fairy tale, and I look into my favorite eyes, I hear a joyful sonorous chuckle, I adore you, my angel.

My daughter is my wings behind my back, My daughter is my stars above the Earth. My daughter is my happiness forever, My daughter is wealth and years … My daughter is my continuation, My daughter is something that God has given me, My daughter is dedicating my life to you, My daughter is all my joy !!!

What eyes, what cheeks!!! Lips like roses! There is nothing cuter than our daughter! There is nothing better in the whole world!!

The little sun sleeps next to me. I’m waiting for it to wake up — we’ll meet with a look. The joy of recognition will light up in the eyes, A smile will bloom on small lips. You are my ray of sunshine, a scarlet flower, An affectionate hare, a sip of joy, a warm little ball, my girl, You have no idea how much I love you.

My favorite thing is — This is my daughter, my girl! You are my ray of sunshine, a spark of fire, A ringing stream in the desert for me. My slender poplar, with gentle foliage. I always admire, daughter, you. Let sorrows, sorrows bypass, You are my blood, my petal. The world, let it be sunny on your way, Black paths — try to get around. May life be bright, daughter, with you. Give people kindness, joy from yourself. And then a lot of friends will appear, You will be happy, grow up soon!

I take your hand in my hand! And a whole wreath on my wrist. It was not in vain that I experienced torment in order to give birth to such happiness!

Everyone knows that a man Passionately awaits the birth of a son, Only a daughter, over the course of days, Loves more and more. A warm little ball, A lacy funny little bag, Let there be little weight in it for now, Daughter — daddy’s princess.

Delicate face, every dash, snub-nosed sniffle… Money, career — all this is unimportant, important — sleeping side by side.

FRESH STRAWBERRY AND GOOD HONEY, LIGHT VANILLA AND WIND FROM THE FIELDS, THE HAIR OF THE CHEEKS AND HANDLE OF MY LITTLE DAUGHTER SMELL!!!

What a blessing it is that I have a daughter, beautiful eyes and chubby cheeks, a cheerful smile and sonorous children’s laughter, and this little man is the most precious person in the world!!!

My friend, my flower, my beauty! There are many daughters in the world, But I have only one you! Jumper-laugher, Like a mischievous ball! How I love you, my ray! Be always, always like that!

Beloved daughter, cheerful eyes, I read fairy tales on long eyelashes! Upturned nose, laughing lips, I can kiss them all day and night. My affectionate bunny, you are my angel. You bring only happiness, my delicate flower. In your smile I find salvation, after various problems you are my consolation! I love you sweetie, I love you so much! I will give you everything in the world warmly. So until now I could not understand how I, my dear, lived without you?

A pure innocent creature, an angel with a bright soul. What with bright playful eyes Represents the ideal itself. Looks out of a flannel diaper, Smiling uncertainly, yet. I look into naive little eyes. My baby, she’s extraordinary.

Sometimes I freeze at the crib And admire how my daughter sleeps: Arms and legs spread freely And snub-nosed nose sniffles! Here is a slightly smiled daughter! Maybe she sees her mother in her dreams? I want to cry from tenderness And so believe that the dream is about me!

Thank you daughter for the mess! For meaning! For a life! For the thought of the main thing! For the fact that … Let it not be like that everywhere! But… THERE IS SHE! And this is GOOD!!! Sniffles, dear… very close… For meaning, for life, for what is needed… To remove… a mess…))) I’m still glad…))

SPEAK TO YOUR CHILD-
!
I LOVE EVEN WHEN I AM ANGRY
I LOVE YOU WHEN YOU ARE SAD
I LOVE YOU WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP

I LOVE YOU WHEN YOU PLAY!
OF MILLIONS OF OTHER CHILDREN
I WOULD CHOOSE YOU, BELIEVE!
I CAN’T BREATHE WITHOUT YOU,
I BELIEVE IN YOU, MY CHILD!
SPEAK TO YOUR BABY ABOUT LOVE —
HUG HIM, DO NOT BE SILENT!
THERE IS NO TOO MUCH LOVE,
LET YOUR CHILD KNOW IT!!!

I lost my happiness, I searched the whole house — not in the kitchen, under the sofa, not in the bathroom and under the table. Suddenly I look out of the suitcase a couple of heels sticking out there curled up like a ball, my daughter is sleeping sweetly. I WILL NOT GIVE MY SUITCASE WITH HAPPINESS TO ANYONE.

Mom doesn’t give me shade,
I can’t get any nail polish,
Puts lipstick high…
I won’t lose heart!
I’ll take six felt-tip pens,
Colored pencils
And paint my whole face
From lips to ears.
On the neck — a necklace,
And on the hand — a bracelet.
More beautiful than a girl
Not in the whole world!
Mommy is hard to surprise,
And dad cried out: “Ah!
You won’t be washed until tomorrow!
Why are you, daughter, right?
Daddy, you’re angry for nothing,
I decorated for you!

I look at you, my daughter
Blue-eyed, fair-haired.
I love you very tenderly,
My sunny and snub-nosed!
I will shelter you from the winds,
I will take you away from any trouble,
I will bring you all the flowers,
Whatever you want.
Let the doors open for you
Kindness and love of fire.
And I believe, desperately believe,
That you will be happier than me!

My mother and I are friends!
Where my mother is, there I am!
If she cooks soup, I help:
I take apart cups and pots.
Mom washes the floor — I’m next to her, 9I spill 0175 on the floor harder.
If there is laundry in the house, I am not shy
I pour powder and do not regret it.
Well, if mom is on the Internet
here I am the most needed on the planet!
I help my mother a lot:
I press the buttons with zeal!
Mom looks at me. Sighs.
Everything is clear. Obviously approved!
That’s how my mom and I are friends:
Where MAMA is, there of course I am!

The day begins with happiness, happiness rose before anyone else!!!
Happiness smiles at mom, turning her smile into laughter;
Happiness slapped on the floor, barefoot and without pants,
My happiness is bare butt, it is unthinking,
Shabut and restless, it breaks here, it crushes there,
Above the lip — kefir mustache . ..
Here it runs to me!!! 🙂

I’ll hold you tight.
And I’ll sing a lullaby!
You are a gentle flame of hope!
You bring meaning to my life!

I can watch for hours,
How my daughter sleeps in her crib.
I can not sleep with her at night,
When my daughter is sick.
Can I give my life,
When my daughter needs it…
I am proudly called mother!
Thanks to the same daughter!

My daughter took the family album, studied it for a long time —
Wow, how I was changing, I did not notice …
Look, here I have sly eyes,
And here I am laughing merrily and loudly.
Here I frowned angrily, then I look stubbornly.
Where do you like me best? Answer mom!
I put my arm around her, quietly saying:
I love you, my dear daughter, in every way!

Childhood will leave and will not return.
HAPPINESS — when your child laughs!!!
Give children love and care,
and don’t betray them for someone else!!!
There is nothing worse than a baby crying.
After all, children’s HAPPINESS means so much!!!

I still can’t believe, dear,
That we have a daughter,
Little by little, the baby is gaining strength,
Looks almost big.
She sticks out her lips so funny,
Wrinkles her nose, narrows her left eye,
It seems, at times, she seems to
Look in a hurry at us.

Every minute, every hour
I want to kiss her cheeks,
You, my baby, are so beautiful,
Words just can’t say!

Small and warm lump
Smells like mother’s milk,
He grunts, sighs and mutters,
This sound is so familiar to me.

Every time I hear him with excitement,
My heart is sweetly thrilled by him.
I listen to our daughter breathing
And I don’t notice anything around.

You grow up, daughter, strong, strong,
Bringing joy to dad and mom,
Be healthy and happy, our baby,
Sweet, beautiful child!

I asked God for happiness, I asked God for love. And one warm summer night Fate gave me happiness. And now I ask so little: So that happiness always laughs, So that my happiness does not hurt, And wake up a little later)))

Being a mother of boys, of course, is not something … under nails, fighting with friends…
Fate gave me a PRINCESS!

Garlands of roses decorate my house,
(Not a killer cyborg, what would a son bring!)
Beautiful dresses, hairpins, caprons —
Everything that every girl should have!

My daughter already has mother’s beads
Hidden in a small red box.
And the mascara just disappeared for a month,
But the daughter says she hasn’t seen her))))))

And know that there is no happier dad,
Who became the dad of DAUGHTER once!
She gently kisses him when they meet
And the happiest dad walks all evening!

He is so touched in a girl’s dress!
And asks me to pierce my daughter’s ears))))
Only an hour will come and we will be proud of
Our beautiful and smart girl!

Then years later, when I visit my mother,
She will come running to her birthday with flowers.
And he will tell me a secret quietly in my ear:
«You are the best mother in the world!!!»

AND YOU WILL PRAY TO HEAVEN NIGHT FROM NIGHT,
THAT GOD GIVE YOUR DAUGHTER A DAUGHTER!!

For every moment, for every breath, for God gave me a DAUGHTER, for pain, for happiness, for good luck, for laughing and crying. !

Pink, children’s hands
Small, slightly damp….
… It’s strange to think, baby, you,
There will also be a woman’s hand…
There will be stars and a spring evening,
Trains, stations, lighthouses.
And, probably, someone in the world
will not be able to live without your hand.
Maybe you will break up with me,
You will go to live in distant lands.
Little let me cover you —
You are still completely mine!

The daughter has a sweet smile, the daughter has such a familiar look,
You are my angel, goldfish, you are my little man!

I laugh through my tears on this bad day…
She and I are so different!!! We are so similar!!!
And the harm in it is only my reflection,
is stubborn in me and unhurried in movements.
And just like me, he longs for his mother’s affection,
and, greedily swallowing words, believes in fairy tales.
He will always protect and will not leave you in trouble,
and having proudly pouted, he will instantly melt.
But if you hug and press her to your heart,
she will slightly open the door of her soul —
able to love, will not ask for salvation,
drowning in her eyes, spring laughter …
I laugh through my tears, quietly comforting my daughter …
Do not cry, my joy! I’m near, dear!..
Know — your happiness, mine, is dearer to me,
and your tears and my tears too…0175 You are just a doll, like from a picture,
How glad I am to hear you cry!

Daughter, sun, earthly happiness,
We will always be with you!
What a wonderful morning today
There is no more pain, you are next to me…

I am crying from happiness and feeling like a river
As if everything is a dream… I am afraid to wake up,
Everything is fine: you are with me, I am with you. ..
Just Now I’m praying for YOU.

That’s it. How naive are you!
How insulting is your mistake!
Counted for a blue bird You
thieving sparrow.

Everything turned out to be a sweet invention.
There is nothing blue in Him.
Now you are running away without looking back
to your parent’s house from Him.

All around in these gray sparrows.
You will not find blue on the wings.
Why, stupid, did you believe in a fairy tale? ..
Never have your head in the clouds!

The Universe Satan had three daughters,
But besides three, there was one more…
He gave the first daughter to a prince:
-You will be Pride, Satan said to her.
-You will be Greed, from now on the second daughter,
A rich merchant has taken you as his wife.
-You’re the third daughter going into the distance,
You will be Envy!!!
From now on, there are no other names for you! —
So the father’s sentence sounded!
And the fourth daughter, with hot ardent blood,
What was closest to him,
Horned Satan in his hearts called her Love,
And gave to humanity all!!!

You, my sprout,
You, my flower,
You, my willow bush, You, the light in the window,
You, like a blind man, pince-nez,
You, rain in the middle of the desert in the heat,
You, a ray of sunshine, in spring,
You, a stream, among gray mountains,
You, the closest, among relatives,
You, my best friend ,
You, my green meadow,
You, the moon is deaf in the middle of the night,
You, the sun, from behind the evil cloud,
You, the guardian of order in the flesh,
You, my old age is ahead,
You, my gentle angel,
You are me and I’m proud of you.

I want to say about happiness, dear,
It will come, fight and believe in yourself,
After all, life is difficult, the road is not easy,
You are like in a paddock, like a wild animal.

We are only a part of all living nature,
They want to teach you from birth.
They will not wish a bad fate,
Everyone strives to share their experience.

Maybe I’m exaggerating, I won’t hide it,
But you need to be strong in life, believe me
And if you don’t become a seasoned leader,
You’ll live like a tamed animal.

Indian summer
Clear light,
A new branch of the tree family
We were enriched by the «Virgo».

A daughter was born,
Smiled, blossomed,
Like a scarlet flower,
Bright, though small.

Little by little she grew up
And she became such a beauty
In the yard and in the city _
Grandmother’s pride.

Congratulations, daughter!
Let adversity go away,
Joy will come,
Your life will become beautiful,

The velvet of the skin will remain,
Your son will grow up — hope
For the next days.
God bless you!

Don’t be sad,
it’s already spring,
it means the holidays are coming soon!
And mushrooms will pour
rains,
and until autumn
the school will be waiting!

Look,
how the lilac outside the window
fluffed
fragrant branches,
cleaned up the
baby-swallow house, —
soon children will chirp there
.

The sea is waiting for us
and warm sand,
old grandfather
in the garden in the country,
be patient a little more,
my friend,
and, come on,
let’s finish the tasks!

We have a lot of plans
for the summer,
maybe
we won’t be able to fulfill everything.
.But… the fourth already
will be class,
and, therefore,
is long…

your fluffy lilac hair
flows like a weightless downpour to the ground,
and the ringing of a sparkling silver voice
caresses my spiritual strings

A

dress gently snow-white carefully
tight fitting, covers the shoulders, chest
with the finest lace, circling over the head
three little lilac moths,

Under the mallow color, snowdrops sing,
light and silence are friends with you,
imperceptibly sunny boundless
a radiant wave of happiness shines

You are all so festively airy
from the ribbon in curls to. .. 9003

Dear daughter,
Glorious swallow,
So fly from the nest!
The most important thing:
So that free wings
Do not break fate!

Life is life;
It has harsh laws.
Everyone has their share.
But, in the same life
Happiness meets,
And love awaits you!

High sky,
A guiding star!
It’s not hard to carry your cross!
Fair winds
In what is measured!
God save you!

My dear daughter, my little one,
The sun is three times clearer,
If you throw it anywhere,
You come back.

It’s just triple boring without a daughter,
Just melancholy came up,
Well, as a woman, I have no one to
Pour out what I have accumulated.

The daughter has a feminine essence,
Women’s logic too,
It’s just a little bit difficult without a daughter,
We can’t live without each other!

Oksana Varnikova

When I’m not on earth,
When I can’t help with advice
You, my daughter, in silent silence
Read my left commandment…
Its pages are part of my soul. ..
Don’t leave, talk to me…

Don’t say that the world is not the same anymore,
That even a friend doesn’t remember good things…
Well-groomed grain, nevertheless, it will sprout
And the spikelets will fill to the brim…

Don’t think about the bad, you never
After all, life’s path is not Paradise road
There are failures sometimes,
Over the night- day, after the sun, bad weather

Resentment bag, do not rush to carry
Their life will load you a lot …
If the path is difficult, try to smile
And immediately the road will become more fun.

You don’t chase after wealth in the world
In the afterlife, you can’t summarize them.
Be proud of the gold of your soul
I know you are good and you can do it.

Let your house be a harbor of warmth,
Full of happiness and friends,
Then, you will not be alone in life
Beloved, remember my words… ,
Like a bird builds nests for children,
So you, beloved, will have to . ..

In family life, it is not always easy
Treat your mistakes more strictly …
And for your patience and kindness,
The Almighty with happiness, may he help you.

Lyubov Sabeeva

Well, you’ve grown up, little girl,
And your heart is beating as you stop
Recently you’ve been reading books,
And you’ve been drawing wherever you have to.
You argued with your mother growing up,
Adding sad wrinkles
And pressed against her, regretting,
With love, gently hugging.
Eyelashes tremble with tears,
It happens so often with brides…
And our children are like birds,
They fly away from their nests
Let us not be forgotten for a long time,
Giving love and happiness,
Just to keep each other warm,
Protecting from bad weather…

Roman Ivanovich Mironov

Don’t torture me with questions.
I can’t find the answer to them myself.
Maybe fate, or maybe just a chance,
But I cherish every moment . ..

Why should I know if we will part tomorrow,
Or we will live in an embrace all our lives …
No, it is not a moment of crazy excitement,
In my dreams I thought about him…

Forgive me, mother, my tone, I am unable to
My soul trembles, thoughts are a mess…
I only ask for one thing, to let me go…
Well, I can’t live without him…
…
Daughters, daughters, adult daughters,
May the Guardian Angel protect you!
Whatever life we ​​prophesy for you,
An adult daughter will fly away from the nest…

Lyubov Sabeeva

You live your own life,
And you build your nest.
My dear daughter,
For me, you are dear.

Happy birthday,
And I will send all success to you.
You will achieve everything in life,
About you, only thoughts.

I wish you to smile a lot,
And not to be afraid of problems.
Happy birthday,
And all the success, I will send to you.

Happy birthday, my daughter,
For you, congratulations line.
You will be a baby for me,
And as in childhood, I call a mouse.

Let changes not scare you,
But only strength, they add.
On your birthday, have fun,
And fate, you smile.

I only wish the best,
And I bless you for good luck.
May the Lord help you,
And protect you in everything.

Time flies so fast,
And it reminds us.
How dear you are to each other,
I will tell the whole district.

Happy birthday dear daughter,
You are dear to me.
I wish you only to smile,
And not to be afraid of problems.

Let them pass by,
And only bring happiness.
Know that we are always with you,
Even in summer, even in winter!

How many words I want to say,
To you daughter, I’m flying.
To congratulate you on your birthday,
And wish you a bright life.

How she grew up and did not notice,
Only with a glance, with one met.
You are our queen,
And the daughter is just class!

I know you’ll achieve a lot,
And you won’t go wrong anywhere.
Accept congratulations,
And you live happily.

Congratulations,
My unearthly.
You are like a friend to me,
And I know for sure.

There is no dearer in the world,
Than my daughter.
And no for me,
More beautiful than the day.

I want to congratulate you,
Happy birthday to you.
Let adult life
Give only inspiration!

My girl, adult daughter,
Anxiety is endless for you,
May the road not be hard,
I pray for you day and night…
I ask and pray for you…

My wise, grown-up daughter,
You and I are alike in many ways,
Maybe I gave you a gift
My character to overcome everything… yours — the highest award,
Where they will understand … and sadness will recede
Ovsey Fola

We were sitting in the kitchen, and my daughter
She told me, jokingly, in between times:
“Here, we are conducting a survey on the subject of being —
Would you like to become a grandmother ?

“I would like to, but it will completely change
Your life forever, drastically. ” –
“Yes, I know. Well, I won’t sleep, we won’t finish it,”
My daughter answered me mechanically.

But, after all, this is, well, how to put it mildly,
Everything is not right, not a soldier’s courage.
I was looking for words to convey to her
All the responsibility of this step.

I would say to her: “Your birth wounds
will heal very quickly.
But a new wound will appear — love,
What gives only one motherhood.

This is a wound of emotions, anxiety, shame
For the child you made.
And about life you won’t say «Nonsense!»
You will never return what was!

And, no matter how refined you are,
The alarmed cry of a child – “Mom!”
Quit urgently will force any business,
From simple to the most money.

I wanted to say that her career
Will suffer with the birth of a child.
After all, more than once she will fall into oblivion,
The smell of feeling a child’s head.

I wanted to tell her that my weight gain was
Can be reset by diet, exercise.
But miracles have not yet happened in the world,
Motherhood to throw off furtively.

And such an important life for you
No, it won’t be so important soon.
You will forget about everything, affectionately tugging
This baby in joy and in sorrow.

You will learn, daughter, to forget about the dream,
Make a choice whose happiness is more precious.
Do not regret the beauty that has long gone,
Ask philosophically: «Maybe ..?»

I want you to know that your husband is in love
It will be the same and not the same at the same time.
And you will love him, as if again,
As if he shared the burden with you.

And I also wanted to talk about feelings —
Feelings of joy, feelings of delight!
Only a mother-woman can experience them
And keep them in herself for a long time.

The first step, the first laugh, the first joyful look.
A new day is like a new era.
The first experience in communicating with girls, guys,
Indispensable search and faith!

And a taller birdhouse and a ball in the yard,
New Year and mushroom picking.
And stories about this to friends, children,
How I stomped half the forest with my feet.

I wanted to say… But only in response to a tear
My eyes welled up.
«You won’t regret that instead of saying «No»
«Yes!» said that life unfolded.

Stretching my hand across the table to my daughter,
meeting her, I whispered:
“I pray for you, for myself, for all women,
Whose calling is just to BE A MOM!”

What can please father and mother more than the birth of a little princess in their family? She immediately becomes the favorite of all relatives and a source of many positive emotions. Many poets found inspiration in their crumbs, they wrote songs and poems, touching poems and solemn odes about them. Nothing has changed over time, and any loving parent will find a piece of his heart in lyrical poems about his daughter, and they will easily move those who are especially sensitive to tears.

Poems about a newborn daughter

Little beauties begin to receive signs of attention from birth. As soon as they open their eyes, everyone vies with each other trying to fill them with compliments and good wishes. Some congratulate the newly-made parents with might and main and admire how the eyes look like mom, and the nose looks like dad, while others do not leave the baby herself, prophesying her a bright future and a happy fate. A little time passes, and the parents themselves begin to collect poems about their little daughter, looking for touching lines and reading them to their young treasure. These are funny stories from her life, beautiful lullabies for girls, poems by great poets of the past and touching songs of modern performers. All this finds a response both in the children’s and in the parent’s heart.

Poems about a newborn become a real lifesaver for all guests invited to meet this little man. It is quite difficult to convey all your emotions and experiences in prose, but poetic lines will tell you about your admiration for the baby in the best possible way. Even if you could not get to the global celebration, you can celebrate the birth of a girl with a congratulatory SMS. Touching short poems about a daughter will be a wonderful gift for her parents.

Beautiful poems for my daughter for all occasions

It would seem that parental feelings are always the same, so poems about daughters should be similar to each other. They should talk about love and beauty, cheerful laughter and girlish whims. Nevertheless, any parent of two daughters, even if they are twins, will easily tell you that there are no identical children in the world. That is why, if you want to dedicate lyrical lines to your beloved daughter, be sure to take into account all the features of her character. If the baby is not too worried about such subtleties, then your understanding and subtle flair will surely please your adult daughter.

Of course, you can dedicate poems to your daughter at any time. At the same time, it is absolutely not necessary to read them to the subject of your inspiration. After all, many parents collect beautiful lines about their children for themselves, and not for the younger generation. Nevertheless, if you still want to convey your feelings to the young beauty, it is better to time them for some significant occasion. It can be a birthday, a wedding, graduation from school or university, the birth of a daughter and son, an important achievement or a career takeoff. If you choose the right time, your verses will definitely be heard and understood correctly. Such a manifestation of parental feelings will become an important moment in your relationship and will be remembered for a long time by both you and your daughter.

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Books, poems and fairy tales stand in a row
In the closet of a cute blue-eyed girl.
Doesn’t want to read or listen yet,
Wants to sleep and eat for now.

But I know for sure that everything will be needed.
Everything will be important and soulless,
About kingdoms, princesses, about a miracle. ..
For now, I won’t torment her.

Let’s paint with her for now coloring:
Flowers, mushrooms, figurines, masks.
Adversity, joy, resentment, affection,
Let him watch in a family fairy tale.

You can’t go into the water without knowing it,
You can’t walk along the river without a ford,
We can’t live without books at all,
And she — without dolls, carriages, bears.

Books are too early for her, only two years old,
But I’m waiting for time, six months will pass,
And we will sit next to her in an embrace,
And I’ll start, by roles and views.

About Kolobok, Teremok and Repka,
About Three Bears and Grandmother and Grandfather,
About Uncle Styopa, about Cockroach,
About Tsokotukha, about two rams…

So many fairy tales, poems and songs!
Our world without knowledge is small for a child.
I will be the best father in the world,
I can answer all questions.

The daughter will not swear,
Will not fidget between evil and good,
And she will become a wise, intelligent princess,
Will become sincere and interesting.

Grow up, daughter, hurry up, dear!
You are the only one in the world.
I love you, I fly with you,
How did I live before? No way. I know…

Being a mother of boys, of course, is not the right thing…
Soldiers, guns, in coat puffs,
There’s dirt under the nails, fighting with friends…
Fate gave me a princess!
My house is decorated with garlands of roses,
(Not a killer cyborg, what would a son bring!)
Beautiful dresses, hairpins, caprons —
Everything that every girl should have!
My daughter already has mother’s beads
Hidden in a small red box.
And the mascara disappeared for a month,
But the daughter says that she has not seen her
And know that there is no happier dad,
Who became the dad of the DAUGHTER once!
She tenderly kisses him when they meet
And dad is the happiest walks all evening!
He is so touched in a girly dress!
And asks me to pierce my daughter’s ears
Only an hour will come and we will be proud of
Our beautiful and clever girl!
Then, years later, as I visit my mother,
She will come running to her birthday with flowers.
And he will tell me a secret quietly in my ear:
«You are the best mother in the world!»
And I will pray to heaven from night to night,
May God give my daughter a daughter!

Somehow I woke up in the morning,
I stretched very hard,
All my water is right there
Splash, no one knows where.
It immediately became very empty,
Uncomfortable, cramped, sad.
I decided it’s time to know
Get out of the yard.
I told my mother this,
I pressed it with a pen, a leg.
What is it? They don’t let me.
I push harder.
I’m trying very hard
I’m pushing harder and harder
I pushed a little harder,
There was light in the window.
I’m going there now,
Let mom help.
One and two, a little more.
The road is heavy.
So one more time or two,
Mom, I’m almost with you.
Once and now I’m already here,
I’m tired, I’m hungry.
Where is my mother?
Hello Mom! This is me!

Each flower is good in its own way,
You can hardly find two identical flowers
Lily, rose, narcissus and tulip,
Each has its own beauty and charm.

The same can be said about girls,
You can call anyone a princess
There is uniqueness in you too,
Such as you will not find on earth,

Clear stars are eyes,
Sunbeam is your smile
I can’t take my eyes off you,
I want to wish you great happiness!

What eyes, what cheeks,
Sponges, like roses!
There is no sweeter than our daughter,
There is no better place in the whole world!

Be healthy, our fish,
Be obedient and modest!
Please us with your smile,
Be beautiful and smart!

I froze with happiness tonight…
I just thought: «I have a daughter»…
I am surprised every day, again, as if:
I have a girl, how and where?
A lot or a little, a little or a lot…
It’s just happiness given to me by God.
Kiss the hands, stroke the heels.
The rest, it seems, is not so important.
Long eyelashes, not mine… but still
The look of my baby is dearest to me.
How could one not see her tears in those eyes.
How not to quarrel with her, how not to offend.
How can I help her smile more often,
How can I tell her what happiness is.
I’ll try, dear, I’ll try, honestly,
Be your guardian, an angel in heaven,
Be a dad and a grandfather, a magician too,
Cinderella from a fairy tale, although she doesn’t look like it.
In the meantime, you believe and look openly,
I’ll be at least an old trough from Rybka …
I’ll kiss my nose, kiss my eye.
Happiness to you dear, happiness for God’s sake.
I froze with happiness tonight…
I just thought… «I have a Daughter.»

Let every day
Meet you with the sun
You are my firefly
My dear daughter!
Let the splashes of smiles
Shine, dance.
You are my mother’s fish,
I kiss you!
Like a bright flower,
You bloom every day,
You are my beacon
I adore you!

Time flew by quickly,
It seems that she just gave birth . ..
My daughter has matured,
She started early with her legs.
It seems that she just wore
Her in her belly,
Talked to her and sang,
And I dreamed day after day.
And I dreamed that I would see,
And how I would take it in my arms.
And I will say: “I am your mother”,
And I will press it to my chest.
This is the first moment
I will never forget.
I love our creation
I fell in love forever.
Loved our ball,
Our sweet child:
These eyes, this nose,
Both serious and joking.
You grow up for joy, daughter,
Be smart, be yourself.
And without any problems,
Be happy, mischievous!

Everyone knows that a man
Passionately awaits the birth of a son,
Only a daughter over the course of days
Loves more and more.
Warm little ball,
Lacy funny little bag,
Let there be little weight in it for now,
Daughter — daddy’s princess.
Let her grow up
Both beautiful and smart,
So that she would be terribly glad,
If they give her . .. a brother!

I look at you and think.
I can’t believe it myself:
This princess, my star,
Did I carry it under my heart?

I touch you — affectionately.
I raise — carefully.
Those sky-colored eyes,
Are they laughing at me tenderly?

Do I feed you — greedy
My furiously crushing breast.
This is a miracle, my joy,
Have I given birth to a being?

You, that you wave your little hands,
A piece of my flesh
With blue eyes,
Are you drooling over my shoulder?

I see it and can’t believe it,
Only here she is, next to me —
A piece of my heart,
Soul love and delight.

I rumble through thunderstorms
London angry, stubborn,
It seems like a chirping squeak —
Mommy, my mom…

The night creeps over the city,
Seems to be looking for peace…
Daughter, everything will change,
I will raise you, grow you!

I can’t call it more exalted
According to the intensity of fury
Feelings that pierced me —
First motherhood!

I look at you, my daughter
Blue-eyed, fair-haired.
I love you very tenderly,
My sunny and snub-nosed!
I will shelter you from the winds,
I will take you away from any trouble,
I will bring you all the flowers,
Whatever you want.
Let the doors open for you
Kindness and love of fire.
And I believe, desperately believe,
That you will be happier than me!

Little girl, it will be a year soon
But already a citizen, a small people …
Days run after days, the first step has been taken
The path to the heights is difficult, I am not a magician yet

for a family clan …
So the first birthday came
Show me soon what you bought me

A soft toy or a plane
I have a date, my life is a whole year
I have grown a lot during this time
I have grown wiser and found friends

Still, of course, only ahead
But already a year whole behind…

What a happiness it is that I have a daughter…
Beautiful eyes and chubby cheeks…
Cheerful smile and sonorous laughter of a child…
And this little man is dearer than everyone else in the world!
How happy it is when she laughs,
And how nice it is to listen to how she sniffs,
How she reaches out with her arms, hugging her neck,
And affectionately, and gently, «mother» says.
What a joy it is to always be by her side,
Help when it’s hard, hug her when she’s sad,
And laugh together, and cry somewhere,
She will light up a rainy day with a smile.
What a joy it is to wake up in the morning,
And enjoy life and the day you have lived…
“My treasure, my angel, my flower,
I love you madly, I love you more than life!”.

Cheerful girl
I’ll look into her eyes,
Well, such a fidget!
The lights in the eyes flicker,
Everyone in the neighborhood lights up!
Everything is fun for her, funny,
Why? Yes from everything!
Just show me your finger,
And keep your tummy!
She laughs so hard,
Even a branch of grapes
She will find it funny,
Daughter’s humor is like that!
Now he tickles dad with a feather,
Now he hides cotton wool in his pillow,
Then he draws on himself —
She finds it funny, and so do you!
That plays hide and seek with a woman,
Then he asks for a rag to wash the floors,
He even hugs dad
Everyone laughs — until you drop.
Many reasons to laugh,
Laughter prolongs life for good reason!
Lots, lots, lots of laughter
I wish you!

A girl was crying in the park: “Look, daddy,
A pretty swallow’s paw is broken, —
I’ll take the poor bird and wrap it in a handkerchief”…
And the father thought, shocked by the minute,
whims, and pranks
Sweet, little daughter, sobbing with pity.

Golden sun in the sky,
My shining star.
You are my dear heart
And on the branch is a singing bird.
A cloud floats across the sky,
Flowers are blooming in the field,
A bud opens its petals,
Dear daughter is you.
You are my cute pink lump
The closest, dearest,
You are my delicate scarlet flower
The kindest, smartest and dearest.
You are my love, my hope
Heavenly swallow in the distance.
You are my soul and my tenderness,
God bless you!

Funny sparks in your eyes
Dear fidget, how good you are!
You get up early with the sun as a light bird
And you coo songs and sing all day long.

Girlfriends like your perky laughter,
Everyone around admires such a girl.
And wish the doll warm bright days
Mom and dad to please and have friends.

You have an elegant dress on now,
Beauty does not take our eyes off you.
We will affectionately call the princess
After all, just look for such a girl!

A touching letter from a father to his daughter

Tom Attwater learned in September 2012 that he had an inoperable brain tumor. It happened exactly when his daughter Kelly was battling neuroblastoma. The girl, most likely, will be cured, but dad will soon be gone. Tom wrote an open letter to the little girl to tell her all the things he would not be able to say in the coming years and decades.
This is apparently the most sober and touching letter that a father has ever written to his daughter.

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Dear Kelly,
I’m sorry that I won’t be able to watch you grow up, I would like it so much.

Most fathers and daughters have decades of conversation at the kitchen table, with cups of coffee in their hands — the father gives advice, the daughter rolls her eyes. We don’t have this time. I won’t be able to take you to first grade, pick you up from your first date, hug you when your heart hurts, worry about you at the final exam.

But for now, your old man is still around. And I thought I could give you some advice. I hope they help you a little. And I also hope that your cancer will not return and that your life will be long, rich and happy.

School

Everyone will tell you how important it is to study well. I hope you always work hard. I studied well, but did it really help me in life? Not really. School is really important, but try and have some fun.

Boys

Now you do not see much difference between boys and girls, you are friends with everyone. But that will change soon. You will find that the boys smell bad and are generally nasty. But then, already in high school, you will realize that they can be quite nice.
When you grow up — I hope not very soon — you will have boyfriends. And I won’t be able to have a serious talk with them about manners and intentions, as a father is supposed to. So here’s some parenting advice for you. It is very difficult to describe what it is like to fall in love. But you saw how your mother and I laugh together, hugging, sitting on the sofa, and this is exactly what remains when the flowers wither and the paper hearts get lost somewhere. Just try it again.
Always choose gentlemen boys, with good manners, with respect. Imagine how they drink tea in our kitchen and have a polite conversation with us. If you think that the guy will succeed, you have found a decent young man.
Alas, someday your heart will break. It hurts incredibly, and you feel like it’s the end of the world. But you will get through it, everyone is going through it. And even when the romance ends, be kind. Boys have feelings too. And in the end, if you have a boy friend who will be with you through all the most difficult times, when boyfriends come and go, you take care of him and do not take his friendship for granted.

Marriage

I dreamed of taking you to the altar and imagining my eyes would fill with tears when I gave you to my husband. I can’t do this, Kelly, I’m sorry. But I will look at you on this day, happy and proud that you have found yourself a wonderful match.

Mom

I know that you and your mother will fight sometimes, especially when you enter adolescence. You just remember that she adores you and wishes you well. Hug your mother when she is sad, help each other get through the terrible times that will come when I am gone. When you become a teenager, you will think that your friends are right and your mom is wrong. But she tries to make difficult decisions for both of you, and in her soul she always has your interests — to a greater extent than your best friend. Get along well with her.

Family

There is nothing more important than family and the values ​​it gives us. Nothing at all.

Friends

Treat people the way they treat you. Always be nice to people who help you. There is nothing worse than mocking the weak.

Christmas and birthdays

For the first Christmas without me, I want you and your mother to light a candle and think of me for a few minutes. It will be great if you both dance. You will jump and shake your priests, as if I were nearby and falling from laughter. This will definitely make me smile. It will also be good if you visit my parents the day after Christmas, it will be hard for them too.
I left presents for all your birthdays. It’s a pity that I won’t be there when you open them. Hope you all like it. It’s hard to imagine you at 10, 15 or 20 years old. I hope you still love One Direction and dance around the room to their music.

Career

I remember you told me that you want to be an astronaut princess and discover new planets in beautiful dresses. By now, you probably already understand that this is impossible. But, nevertheless, many things are really possible. Do what brings you joy. If you do what you love, life will suddenly be much, much more enjoyable.
You may have to change several professions before choosing a vocation. Let it be. There is only one life, and there is only one chance in it.

Manners

Don’t forget the magic words — «Please!» and thanks!» Mom and I are now hammering this into you, because it is really important and helps in life. Always be polite, especially with elders. Don’t hurt people with words. Don’t forget to write thank you letters when you receive gifts. And yes, poop jokes are only good when you’re five years old.

Drive a car

Usually fathers teach their daughters how to drive, and usually they have terrible fights in the process. We won’t succeed, but you try to learn how to drive as early as possible — it opens up the world in front of you. Yes, and don’t let your mother teach you (I’m sorry, honey, I’m joking).

Travel

It’s a cliche, of course, that travel broadens one’s horizons, but it’s true. Try to see as much as possible. Travel. But not on a motorcycle, it’s too dangerous.

Be happy

You never laugh fifty percent, always one hundred percent. I hope you always laugh that infectiously. There’s no point in trying not to be sad when I’m gone. I know it will be hard. And I would like to be there to hug you and comfort you. But remember the teddy bear we bought at the charity shop? You said that you would cherish and hug him when I was gone. This is a great idea.

Donate to charity

Please donate money to charity. The people were incredibly kind to us. You will probably always remember our trip to Disneyland. But I will never forget how many people donated money for your treatment. Older people sent postcards and ten-pound notes that they themselves would have needed. People ran marathons and shaved their heads for us. We have raised huge sums. And all this is for you. It is very important to pay your bills. And good deeds uplift the soul.

Be persistent

Always try. Quitting is for losers. And give up too. I’ve had a few setbacks in my life, but I never gave up. And you never give up, Kelly.

Believe in yourself

Many will tell you that you can’t do this or that. Decide yourself. You can? Do you want? Difficult cases are always big risks, so you have to choose wisely. If you want something, it’s almost always possible, so try your best. I think you can achieve a lot.

And finally… Thank you for being you, Kelly. Thank you for the most important compliment in my life — for calling me dad. You are my daughter, and this is the greatest honor for me. Thank you — it was you who taught me happiness and love more than any other person in the world.

Enjoy life. Do not rush. I’ll be waiting.

I love you, my princess, and your mother.

Dad.

Chapter from Maya Angelou’s Letters to My Daughter

Popcorn Books publishes «A Letter to My Daughter» by Maya Angelou, collaborator of Martin Luther King and one of America’s most famous writers. With the permission of The Blueprint, from the book, which consists of autobiographical essays about personal dramas and professional success, I chose one passage — about hope and how to keep working when it seems like it’s easier to quit.

Porgy and Bess, the opera by George and Ira Gershwin, with which we toured Europe, was still playing to a full house. The motley troupe still treated me with affection and respect; I was looking forward to the day when I say goodbye to other actors and return to California, to San Francisco. I was tormented by a sense of guilt: in order to participate in the tour, I left my eight-year-old son Guy in San Francisco with my mother and one of my aunts.

The organizers of the tour offered me a significant increase in salary if I sent my son to Europe, but there were already two children in the troupe who moved from place to place with their parents, and they behaved in such a way that I did not want my son I saw it and imitated it. I was the lead dancer and sang the role of Ruby. I was well paid, I sent money home, but the feeling of guilt kept saying that I did not earn enough, and therefore I lived in boarding houses, hostels or in families — I even saved on this. After the curtain fell in the theater, I went to sing the blues in nightclubs, and during the daytime, if I could find students, I gave dance lessons — and I also sent this money to my mother.

However, I began to lose weight, appetite, and interest in life. I wanted to go home to my son. It turned out that in this case I would have to pay for a ticket to Europe for my replacement and my own ticket home. In response to this, I went to sing in two more nightclubs and began to teach dance to professional dancers and children who could barely walk.

Finally, I collected the required amount, finally boarded a ship in Naples bound for New York. I refused to fly by plane, reasoning that if it crashes, my son will only have to repeat: “Mom died when I was eight years old. She performed on stage.» I had to get to San Francisco and prove to him that I was capable of more.

After a nine-day voyage, I landed in New York and traveled by train to San Francisco for three days. The meeting turned out to be so touching that I must admit that perhaps I overdid it a little. I knew that I loved my son, I knew that, fortunately, I was not in love with him and would not ruin his life with excessive intimacy, but nevertheless I would love him, I would raise him a free, courageous man — and happy as possible.

After living for a week on the top floor of my mother’s huge hilltop house, I began to get nervous again. I realized that in our racist society it would be difficult, if not impossible, to raise a black boy happy, decent and internally free. I was lying on the sofa in the living room upstairs when Guy came in.

— Hello, mom.

I looked at him and thought: I’m about to grab him in my arms, open the window and jump out. And I answered, raising my voice:

— Get out of here. Leave immediately. Get out of the house immediately. Go into the yard and don’t come back until I call you.

I called a taxi, went downstairs, looked at Guy. I told him:

— Now you can return to the house and please wait for me to return.

I told the taxi driver to take me to the Langley Porter Psychiatric Clinic. I approached the duty officer, she asked if I had signed up in advance. I answered no. She sadly explained:

— Without an appointment, we cannot accept you.

I answered:

— I definitely need a doctor, otherwise I will hurt myself, and maybe someone else.

The attendant spoke quickly on the phone. Then she turned to me:

— Please go to Dr. Selsey, along the corridor to the right. Office «C».

I opened the door to Room C and my heart sank. A young white man was sitting at the desk. He was wearing a dapper suit, a button-down shirt, and his face was confident and calm. He offered me a chair that stood by the table. I sat down, looked at him again and cried. How can this privileged white youth understand what is on the mind of a black woman who is wracked with guilt over giving her black son to others to raise? I looked up at him several times, and each time my face filled with tears. And every time he asked: what happened, how can I help you? My own helplessness drove me crazy. Finally, I somehow pulled myself together, got up, thanked him and left. I also thanked the attendant and asked me to call a taxi.

I went to my diction teacher, the only person I could talk to without hiding. I went up the stairs to Frederick Wilkerson’s studio, heard one of the students reciting the exercises. Wilkie — that’s what we called him — told me to go to the bedroom.

— Now I’ll pour you a drink.

He left the student, went and poured me a glass of whiskey — I drained it, although I did not drink at that time. The alcohol made me sick. When I woke up, I heard that it was quiet in the studio, and I made my way there.

— What’s wrong with you? Wilkie asked.

I replied that I was going crazy. He shook his head and asked:

— What really happened?

And I, upset that he did not understand me, answered:

— Today I was thinking about committing suicide and killing Guy. I’m telling you, I’m going crazy.

Wilkie ordered:

— Sit right here at the table, here’s a notebook and a ballpoint pen. Write down everything for which you are grateful to fate.

I answered:

— Wilkie, I don’t want to talk about it, I told you I’m going crazy.

And he told me:

— First write down what I asked you, write down and think about the millions of people on earth who have never heard the singing of a choir, the sounds of a symphony or the cry of their own child. Write down: I am endowed with hearing — I thank You, Lord. And then write down that you are able to see this notebook, and think about the millions of people on earth who have never seen a waterfall, a blossoming flower, the face of a loved one. Write down: I am endowed with sight — I thank You, Lord. And then write what you can read. Think of the millions of people around the world who are unable to read the latest news, a letter from home, a stop sign on a busy street, or…

I did as he asked, and when I got to the last line of the first page of the notebook, the madness took off running.

All this happened more than fifty years ago. Since then, I have written about twenty-five books, about fifty articles, many poems, plays and speeches — always using a ballpoint pen and notepad.