Go Baby Go

Dear Frances, 

Before you could crawl, before you could walk, before there was the chance of you falling and bumping, I hoped that when these things happened you would be brave. That you’d get back up, dust off your baby knees and keep going. Despite this hope though, I never could have imagined that you’d be as tough as you are. You are nails my little bug, iron nails. You don’t cry when you trip. Or when you bump you head. Or when you go crashing into a pile of toys (over and over). 

I hope this is with you always. That you kick obstacles aside and when that doesn’t work you go right over them. That your tumbles are barely noticed, that you keep moving forward, and that your resolve to reach your destination takes you wherever your little heart desires.

So much love,
Your mamma