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. This is the first of many milestones you will meet but to me, it is the happiest and saddest.
01/10/2013 03:50 pm ET Updated Dec 06, 2017

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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.

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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