Dear P,
Today I put you on the playmat while I went to make tea. You were very chilled out and played happily while I put a stew in the oven for Daddy and I to eat later.
You were looking at your reflection in the wee mirror. I do hope you were thinking how beautiful you are. You are beautiful. You look just like your big sister did as a tiny baby, only a little bigger! It got me thinking though. I wonder how many hours you'll spend looking in mirrors. With two girls in the house, will Daddy and I ever get in the bathroom in ten years time?
And when you look in that mirror, now or in the future, my wish for you is that you'll see the beautiful girl that I see. I see so many young people with image issues, and I don't want that for you. I pray that you'll see the wonderful person you are, crafted by God, knitted together in my womb, and born into this world.
"If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don't you think he'll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?"
Love, Mummy x
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