She brushes her hair and puts in a headband and clips in her bangs to hold them back.
She throws on her favorite shoes, her dirty purple flip-flops, and does a spin.
"Don't I look beautiful Mama?"
Her hands are always marker stained from the hours she spends drawing, coloring and creating daily. She has chewed her fingernails down to nubs, and her hair is like mine - thick, coarse and very unruly.
She hasn't realized yet that clothes and shoes should match. She doesn't know that hair should be neatly brushed and styled. She doesn't understand that marker stained fingernail nubs are not attractive.
She is 4. I wish I could go back to 4 and never learn the so-called social fashion faux pas that I now know.
I wish I could love myself the way she loves herself. I wish I could get dressed in whatever feels comfortable and think to myself, "I bet everyone will think I'm the prettiest girl they've ever seen today", just like she does everyday.
She is a princess in every sense of the word. She loves life with such zest and freedom and I love her for that.
Don't ever change my darling daughter. Stay so happy, sweet, loving, kind and free.
As we walked to get Seth from school today and you rode your bike with your skirt flying in the wind, this was my wish for you. This is my wish, today and always, that you will always be true to yourself and remember how beautiful you are.