My daughter the writer…

I used to sit on the edge of your bed and watch you sleep. Tiny cherub face, strawberry blond curls falling loosely on your pillow. Your tiny nose kissed by the sun awash with freckles. I would wonder what life had in store for you. Where would this journey take you, and most importantly where did you want to go.

Today, a decade later, I find myself doing the same thing. The physical composition has changed, You have grown, matured and your journey has begun.I am so proud and privileged to be viewing your life unfolding before my eyes like the petals of a beautiful rose.

Most people go through life afraid, You Caitlin do not. I hope this is something that you embrace for the rest of you life. You have goals, aspirations and dreams. But most importantly you have the courage and the DNA to succeed.

Today I awoke, and realized that a piece of life’s puzzle has been placed. You, my daughter, are a writer. It was meant to be. You started writing in elementary school and mesmerized us with you tales and poetry. Truman Capote said “To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music that the words make.”

Like all great writers your words have the power to take people on a journey. Virginia Woolf took us into a day in the life of Clarissa Dalloway; Jane Austen’s words so real made us feel the pain of the Dashwood sisters life and loves and Louisa May Alcott who took a coming of age story about sisters’ turned the character “Jo March” into a witty, independent, real person.

I am excited about your journey and look forward to seeing the other pieces of the puzzle fall into place.

Keep writing, keep believing, never stop dreaming. You are my Jo March. It is only fitting that I conclude with the words of Mark Twain…”Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.

Love,
Mom

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