~As we’re celebrating Women’s History Month, it’s important to look back and see how far you’ve come. Every little girl embarks on a unique journey of self-discovery and growth shaping her into the person she becomes each step of the way. These milestones are a testament to resilience, beauty, and strength that define us as women. Looking back at all the tough life lessons, we learn to welcome change.~
A Letter for Her,
Outside was always hot and wet, but you didn’t mind the heat nor how everyone thought your hair had a mind of its own. Sipping Mom’s lemonade while curls stuck to your forehead was already a part of your routine. I envy your carelessness, letting the weather do your hair.
Inside, you spoke to stuffed animals and Barbie dolls, swearing that their secret would be safe and sound if they ever uttered a word. I don’t remember you ever being so sure of something, after all, Toy Story 2 was a very reliable source back then. Let’s not forget the hard work and effort you put into IMovies. Your sister was always down for any crazy idea you had for the short video. You’ll make a lot of people laugh. It’s crazy how movies are still a very important part of your life and shape the way you see things.
When you used to sit at the small dining table for every meal and complain about Grandpa’s habit of sticking to his favorite chair like glue. It was unspokenly his designated chair. Helping Mom set the table and put five tablecloths, instead of four. Make sure to ask him questions. About the places he’s been, the people he’s met, and the things he believes.
You won’t become a ballerina, or a gymnast like the girls in your YouTube videos, or like your Dad always wished you’d be. The passion and support were always present, even though you were offbeat most of the time. But you found what you’re good at. At least that’s what I think. And Dad’s still there, proudly watching every step you take.
It’s bittersweet to think that you don’t exist any longer. Your carelessness turned into caution, your dreams into plans, and the house you once roamed freely, filled with laughter, is now quieter. However, you’ll learn to find beauty in this quiet and you’ll surprisingly prefer pickles in your burgers and enjoy the taste of olives. You’ll forget what it’s like to be 15 when you turn 16, but everything you’ve learned, everything you’ve loved, the laughter, cries, and memories will help you flourish. I still carry a part of you now.
Sincerely,
Your 19-year-old self.