An Old Letter to Kayla

Dear Kayla,

Many times, I watched you as you sleep wishing you could still be my little baby… but your legs are too long now… your body, too lean.  I fret about these stormy teenage years that you’re going through but I assure myself that you’re a good girl so there is no need to fret.  I tried to raise you to be strong and smart and level-headed and I believe you are.  You make me proud because you are what you are but at the same time, frustrated, because you are not all that you can be.  You are so much like me… and I fret a bit more.  Children should be the improvement of their parents so I pray that you will be the best that you can be and a much, much better person than me.

I always tell you that you are God’s greatest gift to me… my main reason to be alive… the love of my life.  This is true.  Do you remember the lullaby that I used to sing to you? 

“Sleep my little baby, Mama is here…

Sleep and dream of angels… I’ll always be near.

I love you, my little princess… Through all of the years…

I love you, my little Kayla, my daughter, my dear…”

This is also true… forever.

17/10/2008