Dear Emma (a letter to my daughter as you turn five)

Dear Emma,


Can you really be five years old already? Hard to believe that it's been five years since you were this tiny creature we were just beginning to get to know and learn how to take care of, almost scared you would break.

Now you've grown into our beautiful little girl - sorry, I mean big girl (I know you'll correct me!). Now you have become your own person, with a mind of your own, opinions of your own and a personality all your own.




I think daily you surprise me, amuse me, frustrate me and impress me, and just occasionally drive me to despair on those days when we're both short on tolerance and patience.

You keep on surprising me with things you know and remember, what you're capable of, things you say out of the blue.  I'm so proud of you for so many reasons.  Your growing independence strikes me every time you do things by yourself that you used to need help with, every time you tell me you don't need me help, that you can do it - and you can and do.

I'm impressed when you suddenly say something so wise and mature.  I wonder where it came from.

But then again, sometimes you remind me - unwittingly - that you are still just a little girl, when you're overtired and whining and collapsing in a heap of tears for the most absurd and ridiculous reasons.

And other times you show me your fragile and fearful side.  Worried that the miniscule cut on your toe is going to sting in the bath, scared to go down the tunnel slide, freaking out about a tiny ant in your vicinity.



You have a limitless imagination, capable of converting anything into anything else. You can entertain yourself for hours with imaginative roleplay games which you often involve us in (I admit I'm not always fully committed to the game or following the plot very closely), and you tell us exactly what we should do and say.

You can be surprisingly bossy - when playing games, when we made Christmas cards you had a very clear idea of how you wanted to make them and would not accept any of my suggestions.  It was your way or your way!

I know you're not at all like this at school.  There you're the quiet, reserved girl, only just beginning to come out of her shell and make friends.  You have said you have a different voice when you're at school, a quieter voice.  Its funny how different you can be.




You've adapted pretty well to being a big sister and I love seeing you together with your baby brother; you can be so sweet and affectionate.  You tell him about all the things you're going to teach him when he's old enough.

I love talking with you about anything from mundane everyday things to more profound topics, seeing your growing awareness of the world around you, your curiosity about different countries and languages, about animals and nature, about all sorts of things.

I love it when you sing - perhaps not entirely tunefully, but with plenty of expression! And your little made up songs, too, making up the words as you go along, as creative as it is funny.  When you're dancing all over the house, or doing your version of gymnastics, or doing yoga with great concentration.  Where do you get all your energy from?

I love the silly, funny, absurd conversations we sometimes have, mixed in with giggles, and I wish I thought to record some of the things you say as I hardly ever remember them afterwards.

I love reading stories with you and am always amazed when you seem to have memorised sections of the story after very few readings or after not having read that particular book in a long time.



I hope you always stay as sweet-natured, as funny and happy as you are now.  I hope you don't absorb the negativity, criticisms, stupidity of the adult world around you.  I hope somehow we don't mess you up.

I wish you wisdom to know what you want and what you don't, courage to take action, to stand up for what you believe and to go for your dreams, strength to overcome all obstacles and keep on trying, and especially love, always love.

I could keep on writing; there's so much more to say, but I'll save it for another time, another day, another birthday.

Last but not least, something that you said to me the other day:

 It's important to be what you are.

My beautiful girl, I love you just as you are, and always will.  Whatever, whoever, wherever you are, I hope you know that.



Keep Calm and Carry On Linking Sunday

1 Comments

  1. What a beautiful letter - and a wonderful thing for her to treasure in the future. My youngest is just about to turn six and she is amazing too. #kcacols

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