I've been wanting to write you a letter for a long time now, but quite frankly, I don't even know where to begin. Excuse me if I'm a bit incoherent, but remember how mama hurt her neck and had to take some medicine? Yeah, that medicine makes me kinda loopy...
When you were in my womb 7 years ago, I dreamed of a little girl with long brown hair who danced with me in circles, clutching my hands. I'm pretty sure that little girl was giggling in my dream, and I'm pretty darn sure that little girl is you. Ever since that dream, I knew you would be no ordinary child, and oh, how you have proven that to be true.
There are the obvious things that I love about you, like how you love listening to music while doing your homework, or how you say that dancing is good for the revolution, or that you love my corn empanadas, or the way you make up stories with your little friends as you act out elaborate scenarios that verge on being DADA, or how you can entertain grownups with your stand-up routine of nonsensical knock-knock jokes, or how you try to convince people like Mr. Mayoral Tutorial to hulahoop, or how you have the foresight to bring along a puke bucket when mama is sick and being stubbornly stupid by insisting on driving empanada ingredients to Francie's.
Then there are the not-so-obvious reasons I love you. Like the way you demand to be treated with dignity and respect in all situations, so that I can't just resort to the usual mainstream methods of punitive discipline. You've taught me to see children as my fellow human beings, worthy of respect not only when they behave "well" but at all times, just because they BE. Or like the way you've taught me that when you are acting your most cantankerous is when you most need me to show you love and affection, to demonstrate that my love is not dependent on your behavior but is freely given at all times. Or how your (surprise) coming into my life forced me to rethink everything--about the kind of world I want you to live in, about justice and equality and community and peace and compassion and hope and joy and love. No single person has instigated more change in me than you have.
I know there are things that we don't agree on. Princesses for example. You know how I feel about monarchy, but you just love the beautiful dresses princesses get to wear. How do I argue with that? Or how about Chuck E. Cheese which scares the bejeezus out of me but which you seem to thoroughly enjoy? And then there is your love of all things glitter and sparkle which I can only tolerate in the form of toenail polish. And who could forget your penchant for sweet while I prefer the savory? We're never gonna agree on everything, and I wouldn't want to. I hope you continue to form your own opinions about the world around you and who you are.
You are growing up so fast; I see your personality emerging more and more, and I keep pinching myself wondering how I got so lucky as to get to mother such a kick-ass kid like you. I simply don't have the words to express how much I appreciate you, mi corazon, mi Cadencia. I love you soooooo much...
Paz + amor,