Hi baby.
This letter is for me and for you. For me to remember what kind of mother I wanted to be before I actually had kids so I can read this one night in the future and roll my eyes over how delusional I was. And for you. To know how much I love you already and for proof that you can later show me that I said you could color your hair and get tattoos. Right now, you are growing in my belly but soon you will be here in this amazing world that I can't wait to teach you about.
If you end up a pessimist, I hope you still have days where you see the world is beautiful and people aren't always that bad. If you are an optimist, I hope you still have your feet on the ground and know somethings won't always go as planned but that's life and it's okay.
I will teach you to be nice, but also teach you to not to be "the nice girl". To think of others but always think of yourself first.
You know you will always be beautiful to me but I want you to also know you don't have to look like the girls on magazine covers to be beautiful to other people. That is only one kind of beauty and it's the least interesting.
I hope the friends you make really care about you and you let them know you care about them. Sometimes friendships fade and it's okay. People change and you can always make new ones.
I'll ask that you wait until you're 20 to get a tattoo (if you want one) but I know you will do what you want anyways. Just, think about it for a while before you get it because it's your body (that I made) but whatever...
I want you to know you can laugh at anything and everything and those people that ask why you laugh so much just won't get it so don't worry about them.
I will probably like your hair a certain way but I won't be devastated if you cut it all off or color it a million different times. In fact, I will probably be a little envious but it will drive your daddy crazy.
I want to teach you how amazing it is to be a woman and teach you about all the strong women who came before you and me and helped turn this world into a world that is starting to accept and appreciate strong women.
When you turn into a teenager and most likely start to hate me, I'll try not to take it personally. I'll know you hate everyone and everything right now. You can still watch a movie with me or just hang out and I promise I won't tell anyone or bring it up ever again.
I hope you learn to appreciate just how beautiful and amazing this world is and try to remember that when your heart gets broken and everything seems gray.
When I say "Remember when..." I will try to bring up mostly fond memories of us both and not embarrassing facts that you will never live down.
I will try accept whoever you choose to love the best I can. I can't promise anything because I will always want the best for you, but I will try really really hard.
I hope you see how hard your Daddy works and that he does it for the both of us because we are his favorite girls in the world. And when the boys start coming around, I will try to keep him from loosing his cool but just know it will be very difficult for him to see his little girl growing up.
Also, try not to groan too much at Daddy's corny jokes when you get older. I know you will love them when you are little and when you are older and you meet your friends dads, you will see that the best dads are usually the cheesiest.
I hope you find your niche in life sooner and not later. But if it is later it's okay because "not all who wander are lost."
I'd like to teach you to be grateful and thankful for everything and everyone in your life. To be fair, and honest. To work hard and play hard. To be healthy and to be happy. And to not roll your eyes at me when I can see you because it will drive me crazy to know you are turning out like me.
I wish for you the world and I can't wait to meet you.
-Mommy