Mothers of daughters are daughters of mothers, and have remained so, in circles joined to circles, since time began (Signe Hammer)
What I wanted most for my daughter was that she be able to soar confidently in her own sky, wherever that may be (Helen Claes)
The third page spread of my fabric journal, entitled The Girls is Ariél’s page.
Dear Ariél,
You are My Precious.
You were lent to me to be my teacher, my inspiration, my personal stylist, my source of entertainment, my source of pride and joy, my source of concern (I am getting better at this, by letting go), my source of fun and laughter.
My dearest wish for you is that you are happy and fulfilled. You have so much to give, you have so much to receive, and you have so much potential.
Believe in yourself. You are beautiful (both outside and from within); you are wise – bringing wisdom from your rich tapestry of past lives; you are extremely intelligent with insight beyond your tender age; you are talented in so many delightful ways – and even though you may not always acknowledge your creative skills, you are an artist!
And my Little One, your body is gorgeous - use it in oh-so-many ways. Love your body; live through it, use it to express yourself (no, I am not just talking about sex here, but yes, that too: enjoy your sensuality). Dance. Try different styles – be uninhibited and free.
You are a Princess, always expect people to treat you as one; BUT treat others with the same respect that you would expect from them. Smile. With your eyes and your heart.
I will always be waiting ‘backstage’ for you, cheering you on, but always ready to support you when you need it.
I will always be the Keeper of your Secrets.
With All my Love, Always
xxx
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