I wrote this letter, not actually intending to give to my daughter (she’s only four), but as a living promise to myself and to her to be the best mother I can be.
You said you were afraid of monsters; that there was one who followed you when you brushed your teeth, tied your shoes, and made your bed.
“There is no such thing,” you were told. “Monsters are only in books and make-believe stories.”
Confused, you were sure it was true.
You said it was The Monster who stole time, and what should have been good memories. It kept you from going to the park, and playing hopscotch on a sunny day; while you were waiting for the ice cream truck. The Monster left you alone to play a game, but didn’t have time to explain to you how to play it.
The Monster took away your breakfast because it was angry. It didn’t listen when you had something very important to say; that your favorite dolly went missing outside in the rain, and you were afraid she was cold. The Monster didn’t care. It stole from you bedtime stories, lullabies, goodnight kisses, security, and the belief that being a little person is simple. But you still picked flowers for the monster – the prettiest one you could find. It threw them away and you didn’t know why.
Let me tell you why.
The Monster was too busy chasing something bad; something that was much more powerful than anything in the whole wide world. So powerful that It didn’t have time to show its love for you.
It’s not your fault the monster was the way it was.
You are as bright as the closest star in space. You are as beautiful as the ocean waves on the first sunny day. You are as sweet as your first taste of birthday cake.
I’m writing you this letter to tell you that even monsters wake up to the rising sun and moon as you and I do; that they too can change and grow to be bright, beautiful, and sweet. I know this because The Monster was me.
So for you sweet child, I promise to take you to play hopscotch. I will wait with you for that ice cream truck, even if I know it is not coming. My ears are yours for listening to whatever it is you have to say. I will never underestimate the loveliness of early morning wake-ups, soft kisses, big hugs, and busy days. I have learned how important it is to not only tell you I love you, but to show you every day how much, and how wonderful you are.
From here on I will travel with you through all your mountains and slopes, as I work hard to never forget that there are such things as monsters.
This beautifully written post was submitted by Carly Craig.