A Letter to My Walking Daughter

Dear Amelia,

Recently, you took your first step in becoming independent... you learned to walk. I still make you hold my hand so you don't run away, but you don't really need my help. I realize this is the first of many milestones you will meet but to me, it is the happiest and saddest I think I will ever experience.

When you walk there's no denying it. You aren't a baby anymore... you are a little person. It feels so amazing when you run into my arms for kisses and hugs, but I know some days we will argue and you will use those same legs to run away. I hope in those moments you remember that I will always love you!

Right now you are so happy when you walk. I think you must know what a big deal it is. I hope you are always able to get excited about the small joys in life... even when you a super cool teenager.

When you fall you get upset for less than a second and then you bounce right up and start walking again. I hope you meet all of your future challenges with the same kind of determination and enthusiasm.

Sometimes you look back and smile at me when you walk a long distance. Amelia, please remember the little people like Mom and Dad when you are older and off chasing your dreams.

Know that I will always be there for you when you fall flat on your face.

No matter how much you grow up, you will always be a tiny baby with a tiny hand that fits perfectly in mine. So forgive me if I continue to mother you even when you are off at college.

Oh, and don't forget to look both ways, three times, and say a prayer before you cross the street. You live in Manhattan and one of the few things that never change are crazy New York cab drivers.

I love you!

Mom

This was previously published on PoopPeePuke.com