5 december vorig jaar kregen we het mooiste Sinterklaas cadeautje ooit. Vorig jaar. Hoe is het mogelijk dat we vandaag al je 1e verjaardag vieren? Ik kan er niet bij hoe snel dit jaar is gegaan. Nog zo kort geleden was je een klein hummeltje in een veel te groot sneeuwpak toen we je mee naar huis mochten nemen. En nu ben je al een heel dametje die nog net niet rond rent door het huis.
May she know love. May she be loved. May she never look in the mirror and think “ I should lose five pounds “. Never ever. May she never feel the urge to hold her stomach in while on the beach in a bikini. May she never diet, or count calories, or obsess over her body. May she never spend even a second staring at herself in the mirror on a treadmill thinking about her weight.
May she turn her face to the sun and her attention to the moment, fully soaking up the warmth of each summer day. May she move her body onliy in ways that bring her joy. May she sweat, not to look good, but to feel good. May she enjoy desserts and all that’s sweet in life but may she eat to enjoy, not to escape. May she look in the mirror and see the beauty of her own being – every day.
May she set roots anchored so deep within her self-worth that no magazine or tv-ad or celebrity or social media platform will ever make her feel otherwise. May she know her worth, and may she speak it, and uphold others to reflect it back her way.
May she spend more time looking up at the sky than down on a screen. May she get up early to watch the sunrise and may she never forget to care for the Earth as it cares for her. May she wear whatever she wants, however she wants. May she set her own trends and dress in whatever she deems fit, not to fit in, but because it brings her happiness.
May she do yoga. Or not. When her mind gets busy, may she stretch and dance and twirl and run to feel her beating heart and remember that life happens where the body goes, not where the mind dwells. May she move her limbs in way stat make her always remember what it’s like tob e a child. May she never stop appreciating the feel of bare feet in wet grass. May she never be afraid to cry when sadness comes. May she get a dog. Or two ( but not more than three )
May she swim naked. May she do so throwing her clothes off without abandon, never worrying about the shape of her body but only about the temperature of the water. May she dance like no one is watching, even when they are watching, and also when they are not. May she move with music the way waves move across the ocean; without giving a damn.
May she fall in love. Real love. Earth-shattering, mind blowing , makes-your-whole-body-tingle love. The kind that brings you to the edge of your seat. The kind that makes you hold your breath, giddy with anticipation, waiting for the next text message to arrive. And may she know the kind of love that makes you sink deeper into the couch, too. The kind that has you let out an exhale, tired from a long day and waiting for the take-out to arrive, knowing that the person next to you is there to stay.
May she know both the fleeting adventure of romance and the lasting beauty of the mundane.
And may she have her heart broken – not all the way, but just enough to learn the art of putting back together what was once shattered. May she find the balance between holding on and letting go. May she know pain, but no too much. May she be safe. Always. May she travel the world. May she learn a new language, or two. May she journey across the far corners of this planet but never forget about home.
And one day, may she have her own daughter. May she hold her clos, and feel the weight and the lightness of a love unlike any other. And may she whisper in her ear her own prayer for her to forever know love and be loved.
– Rachel Brathen
We hebben je verjaardag afgelopen weekend al gevierd en o, wat ben je verwent door iedereen! Vandaag maken mama en papa er samen met jou een speciale dag van en denken we terug aan alle mooie momenten van afgelopen jaar. Ja, het was soms zwaar maar je hebt het ons meer dan makkelijk gemaakt. Dankje dat je in ons leven bent gekozen lief meisje.
Op naar een nieuw jaar met weer veel eerste keren, je eerste stapjes en je eerste woordjes.