There are moments when your beauty catches me off guard, moments that leave me breathless. It often happens in the early hours when you wake, your hair tousled in delightful disarray, cocooned in blankets, with your feet resting on those whimsical Frozen sheets you love so much.
Your eyes, free of the makeup you might someday crave, hold a purity that tugs at my heart. I wish you could see yourself as I see you—an embodiment of beauty untarnished by the complexities of self-doubt that many women face. I am captivated every time I see you sprinting across the yard, laughter ringing out, your joy unfiltered and unguarded, reminding me of the little girl you once were—innocent and exuberant.
In those fleeting seconds, as I watch you transform from a baby who once fit so snugly in my arms to a young girl bursting with life, I am overwhelmed. It’s in those instances, sweet daughter, that I truly grasp how immensely beautiful you are.
I often ponder when you will first start to feel the weight of others’ opinions about your appearance. When will you begin to tug at your clothes, scrutinizing your reflection in the mirror, becoming your own fiercest critic? I wonder when you will first roll your eyes at my compliments, dismissing them as mere maternal bias.
But hear me clearly, my dear: you are stunning, and I mean every word. You can pluck and shape and diet, striving for perfection, yet to me, you will always be the most breathtaking sight I have ever seen.
You inspire the same wonder I felt the moment you were placed in my arms—wailing and flailing, yet undeniably familiar. It was as if we were long-lost friends, finding each other again rather than a mother meeting her child for the first time.
Sometimes, I simply watch you. I know it may seem unusual, but as a mother, I embrace the madness that comes with loving someone so deeply. My heart feels as if it’s outside my body, exposed to a world filled with uncertainty and sorrow. I can’t help but admire every detail about you, from that charming freckle on your leg to the way you tuck your hair behind your ears while concentrating on your art projects.
The intensity of my love can be overwhelming, and I often have to remind myself to maintain composure, to not frighten you with the depth of my emotions. I recall tearing up at your kindergarten graduation, realizing I still had years ahead filled with milestones that would tug at my heartstrings.
I wish to capture the essence of your beauty—the way you leap and run with abandon, the peacefulness of your sleeping form, the spontaneous hugs you give. I want to preserve these moments and present them to you when you reach that inevitable age where comparisons to others become a part of your life.
I wish I could hold up a grand mirror, one that reflects the beauty I see in you—the strength, the compassion, the brilliance, and the unique traits that make you who you are. Because, dear daughter, you are undeniably beautiful, even if someday you may not fully believe it.
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In summary, my dear, your beauty is not just in your appearance, but in who you are. It is my hope that you one day recognize and embrace it fully.