Dearest E (on the occasion you complete preschool and I celebrate your ‘muchness’),
Just now, we were out in the rain. Our hair, blowing wild as daddy drove us up into the woods. You tipped your face into the rain, let the drops fall into your magnificent eye-lashes, onto your porcelain skinned face. We hit a bump going a bit too fast and I gasped and clung to you, I nearly let you launch out the back. But you? You laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe and asked daddy to go back over it. He of course obliged you. You broke into song. And I marvelled at your ‘muchness’.
You who is the first in the water, the last one out.
You who laughs the loudest and the longest.
You who shouts with passion and bosses your brother with extravagant ferocity (ok…this isn’t my favourite part of your muchness).
You who knows exactly what you want.
You with the dynamic mind that learns things before we teach you. You with the imagination of a magnificient story teller.
You do everything in extreme and excess. And I hope you never try to shrink yourself to fit into someone elses mold of feminine. You are so much more.
This week I went to a conference and a Nigerian woman took the stage and then she took my breath. She spoke with so much grace and authority. And I must tell you, there is something intoxicating about a woman who wears every inch of her flesh, isn’t trying to perpetually shrink. Someone who knows she is more then sex or magazine cliches.
There was a time not so long ago that I watched a mother parent a little girl that was more like a paper doll than a child. She was wholly pliable; bending to her mothers every whim. There was a split second of envy until you barrelled in with mud on your face and a crooked tiara on your messed up hair. You shouted “Want to play with me?”. The little girl shook her head, curled into her moms thigh. “Ok. But if you want to we can play princess fairy kitty soft paws”. I was enthralled by your muchness.
Miss E…I will stand beside you when the world tries to crush you down, tells you your entirely too much and not nearly enough. I love your muchness and I will fight for it. I will point you in the direction you should go and I will watch you run there with reckless courage. When you are tempted to bend to someone elses version of you, I will make you read this letter again. Remind you, who you are at your core, in your God designed heart.
Love this Melissa! Love the heart behind your words! A toast to MUCHNESS!!!
Beautifully said Melissa! We wish this for all our daughters and young girls out there 🙂
May they never give in to the vulnerability that society expects of them, and rather be empowered to always be their true selves no matter how “much” that may seem at times.
Your words are so powerful Melissa! Thank you for sharing them.