To my little bird:

    My dearest daughter:

I have a lot of years to teach you the things it has taken me a lot of years to learn. I wonder if all this time is enough to show you everything I want for you to remember by heart, as each slippery stepping stone year of your life passes you by.

It takes a strong mind and a courageous heart to wake up every day and be happy. This is my wish for you, and I hope that I know enough about myself as a woman to raise one.



I hope to teach you that beauty always comes first from who we are, on the inside. Appearance and the way we carry ourselves can never turn ugly faster than when we act ugly from the inside. When you are a beautiful person, the world around you feels the warming effect that your presence adds to life. Your looks are only a carrier of your soul, and they don't define you.

Sometimes people won't like you. And that is okay. You will never please everyone, and until you learn this, you will waste a lot of time trying to fulfill an image you see to be true in someone else's eyes.

I hope to teach you to never be ashamed of who you are.
"Be who you are, and say what you feel. Because those who mind, don't matter, and those who matter, don't mind."



One day I will teach you to write and speak beautiful words. Ones that come from your heart, and in turn, touch other people's hearts in the process. Reaching out and connecting with someone through any form of expression is the most beautiful and rewarding gift you will learn to give. Treat it only as a gift, and never as a tool to achieve something you want to gain.


I will teach you to never compare who you are, what you have, or how you look to anyone around you.
To be kind, thoughtful, compassionate, and caring towards every one and thing you come across. Every ant, leaf, person or thought deserves the same respect you wish to attain for yourself.





and when the sky drops all those feathers
and when the birds sing in the morning
I'll be a mama, I'll have a daughter

and I'll give her melodies
I'll give her melodies


and she'll be my little bird
...and then she'll fly





Little bird, Juju, there will be a lot to learn in your life.

For Mother's day last year, I got your dear Aubibi a print called "Learning to Fly." My Mother. For always being my wings, and teaching me to fly on my own.
For myself, I bought I Am Illuminated When I Am Free.



I found out about you after a Summer of learning to fly. And now my time to learn is done. Now I have you, babybird. And the rest of my life will be spent teaching you how to take your first steps without feet.


Sweet baby girl, I can't wait to meet you.


Last weekend your dad and I were looking through treasures in antique stores. He came across a small, silver music box shaped like an owl. To the beautiful notes that it plays, my mind wanders thinking about all the little hands that have turned the dial over the years. I wonder how many times we will turn it for you.
When he found it he said: "I want to buy this for her, it's perfect." And I couldn't think of any moment that I was happier, than these moments right now.



We have so much love to give you. For now, we are getting used to saying "our daughter."

*song is "Oh my Mama" -
found on blog: Lil Muse Lily.