Her Letters

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Can’t believe today she pulled pine green thin marker across Mother’s Day paper,

Made her way over F and learned the downward slope of R, the slide that distinguishes it from P.

She has her own formula for M, the consistent last pull of the left stick joined to Vl. Her pull is consistent. Never is this line neglected. She knows M is me, Melissa and Mommy. Maki, maple syrup moonlight following her down streets and even into train cars.

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It was the R that got her, or maybe F, fickle and flummoxed. “Writing is not for kids” this one proclaimed, while staring down at her angled, not round enough O. “It is not for kids”.

But then, out of some real need, some internal prodding, she asked, “Mommy, is this the word, “from”?

Pine green, the crunch of iceberg lettuce all showing up in letters, straight, strong, and gleaming with meaning. This is what it is to witness your daughter making Mother’s Day cards to her Baba and Godmother. I was so charmed, so absolutely excited, and playing it cool, I forgot to take any pictures.

The cards have flown off now, perhaps pinned to fridges, maybe on a dresser. I wanted to say more, how it all came from her, how I did not have her copy. There was no promise of sugary dessert following the meltdown of P popsicle. I did not lure her with reward. It was all her own lines, the stroke of a three year old girl. Letters were drawn on the inside, as well as in the card.

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When Daddy’s Late Nights Strike

I have a counter-attack to those late nights my hubster pulls

when he cannot see our kiddos & they, namely, our big girl, absolutely PINE for him.

Enter the Daddy/Daughter Journal, a book for them to write notes to each other–

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She decorated the book with drawing, writing, stickers, & a ribbon, which she practically ties into bows herself. This was a Hanukkah present from K to her Daddy, as I knew busy nights & weeks lay ahead for us.

We know it’s the plan now, and it’s even a sweet activity to even (gasp) look forward to¬†when the late nights happen. And oh, how they do.

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K taken by M. Willms, when I was pregnant with J

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The beautiful thing, besides the sweetness of a book of love letters between them is that this is such a great move for emerging literacy & words that matter. I hope they keep this book writing up–

For now, of course, I am dictating, but K also wants to do writing herself, & really-they can use this to communicate so much, about their day, asking & answering questions, …sometimes they even leave treats next to their book.

“Can you not go to work today, Daddy?

Because I just love love you so much!”

Here’s to the sweet love between daddies & daughters, particularly those under this roof.