Dear Piper ~
You came home last week with a math test in your bag. We have to review, sign and send them back to school. I was a student that struggled in math. I just didn’t get it. I hated it. I still hate math. I take a look at your tests and I am ever so thankful that math does not appear to be a subject that you struggle with. I am so happy that you are doing well in that subject. I thank God that you are taking after your father when it comes to math.
You are such a multi-faceted kid. You enjoy all sorts of different things. Some of which, I totally get…. like music and sports and writing. You are a great kid and I’m really enjoying watching you grow up. Sometimes this Motherhood thing is a lot of work and it completely exhausts me. You’ll know yourself one day. Laundry, dishes, lunches, suppers, sickness, running to activities and a full-time job. Tiring. You might wonder why one would sign up for all this work. It’s not just work though, as you will know yourself one day. I get to beam with pride when I read your math test scores and hear your teachers tell me that they think you are an amazing kid. To hear that they like you so much because you are YOU. I get to beam with pride when I watch you play hockey. You are good. Somewhere inside of you is a natural ability to skate, puck handle and score goals. I have no idea where your development will go and what kind of hockey player you will continue to grow into but today when you were 8, you rocked that arena.
I don’t say that enough to you because I don’t want to be a mother that brags but this is my blog and this is my letter to you and you deserve to know that you are a great hockey player. You work hard on the ice. You think about the game. You try new things. And when our team is leading and there is time to spare you work your ass off to help your little sister and other team mates get their goals. That is when I beam the most. I watch you work with that puck in the offensive zone continually trying to make a play so that another team-mate can put that puck in the net. Your character shows through and I am never more proud than when, because of you, another team-mate is jumping up and down because they too have sailed that puck across the goal line.
Never stop being you. You rock.
Mama loves you, Piper.
Love Mama.
