“One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.” ― Nietzsche
I started writing letters to my daughter when she was 12 weeks old. I write to her about how wonderful she is, about our fears as parents, about milestones and achievements and sometimes I write about a single moment.
I write so that I never forget anything.
I write so that I have a safe place to lock up all the overwhelming emotions. When I am watching her sleep and my heart feels like it is about to cave in, I can turn that moment into words, move on and look forward to the next one.
I write so that I never lose sight of the wonderful and happy times, especially on days that are difficult and exhausting.
Someday I will collect my big book of letters and bind it and hand it over to her, so that she may see the journey through my eyes.
When I started writing these letters, they were an outlet and a means to record memories. Over time, this collection has become a kind of reference manual. As my daughter got older, the challenges of being a parent changed. But I could always look back at these letters and derive a sense of comfort from them. Even a sense of confidence. We could tell ourselves “We handled it then, we survived it. We can most certainly do it now!” By sharing them I hope I can find others who can relate to the exhilarating highs and lows of parenting. I would love to hear from you if you have stories and experiences to share.