Eleven

Dear Lucy

You came in a hurry, and you’ve not stopped since. Running to do it all, make all of the things, dance all the steps, sing all the songs. You fill the house with joy and life and creativity. You are hilarious and kind and sharp as a tack.

I watch you finding your way in the family, in the world, and I wish I could make you see how amazing you are. Ironically, the one thing you don’t excel at is self-confidence. You have always been that way – the curse of the second child, I guess. My one hope for you this year, and every year, is that you will learn to believe in yourself. To compare yourself a little less harshly with those around you. To see what we all see so clearly.

Sweet girl, funny girl, brilliant girl – you are a star. Go shine.

love,
Mum

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