I tape hearts on my daughter’s wall the night before Valentine’s Day.
Each one is a statement I tell her often about her personality, her kind and generous spirit, and her other positive characteristics.
I normally take them down the next day, but this year I'm doing things differently.
𝗜'𝗺 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿.
I want her to hold onto what is written on those hearts 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦. I want her to remember those words when her inner critic is telling her a different message.
The next time she is struggling to answer a math question, I want her to think of the heart that says, “You are capable.” When she is afraid to try something new, I want her to visualize the words, “You are brave.” The next time she accidentally knocks over her cup while putting the dishes in the dishwasher, I want her to remember, “You are helpful.”
My hope is that these messages that come from my heart and my voice 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒.
I hope she will remember them until they are no longer words; they are truths that whisper in her ear when life is cold and cruel.
I hope she remembers who she truly is whenever she is faced with fear, doubts, and insecurity.
Most of all, I hope 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 as much as the person who wrote her those messages.