💌 A Letter to My Daughters

To my beautiful girls,

There are things I’ve lived through that I hope you never have to. There are wounds I carry that I pray you’ll never inherit. But if life ever tries to dim your light, I want you to remember this: you are made of fire and grace. You are not defined by what breaks you—but by how you rise.

I’ve walked through storms I never saw coming. I’ve loved people who hurt me, believed promises that were never kept, and stayed in places that made me small. But through it all, you were my reason. My anchor. My breath.

When I felt like giving up, I remembered your laughter. When I doubted my worth, I looked into your eyes and saw the reflection of someone who mattered. You saved me in ways you’ll never understand.

I want you to know that love should never come with bruises. That your body is sacred, your voice is powerful, and your boundaries are holy. You never have to shrink to be loved. You never have to silence your truth to keep someone else comfortable.

If you ever find yourself in a place that feels wrong, listen to that whisper inside you. That’s your soul speaking. Trust it. Honor it. And walk away if you must—because your peace is worth more than any apology.

I hope you grow up knowing how deeply you are loved. Not just by me, but by the universe that made you. I hope you dance without fear, speak without shame, and love without losing yourself.

And if you ever feel lost, come back to this letter. Come back to me. I’ll always be here—rooting for you, believing in you, loving you with every piece of my healing heart.

Love always,  

Mom