Dear Talitha (Age Three)

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