Dear Talitha,
I am obsessed with you because you are so different than me.
Reserved.
You barely talk at school. I’ve always been outgoing.
Sporty.
You can already do half a cartwheel and can twist and hang from the monkey bars at the park. I didn’t master cartwheels until 3rd grade and never even managed a back walkover.
Good at singing.
You have the sweetest little voice. I fear I’m going to thwart your natural ear for music when I sing your bedtime song each night.
So agreeable.
You happily take Zianne’s cast-offs and second-choices without a single complaint. I become indignant when I see something that’s not fair.
I delight in our differences because they feel like a good mystery unfolding page by page. I snuggle you in bed each night, praising God for my sometimes shy, always generous, very sporty girl. I hope I get many years of figuring out who you are and delighting in what I discover!
And I’m thankful we do share a love for chocolate…
Love, Mama
