Oh wow. This made my eyes water. This makes me wish my girls were still little so that I could take advantage of this wonderful technology we have and document their lives.
I have few regrets about the way I raised my daughters, I don’t like regrets. There are people in our lives that feel they should express their opinions on how I have raised my daughters and now that they are older, they express these opinions to my daughters directly. I don’t like that.
My regrets are: I wish I had raised them vegetarian from the start, I wish I had raised them with a little less sexism, I wish I had embraced my Hispanic culture sooner so that I could have taught them to be proud of their heritage, and I wish I have taken more pictures.
dearscarlet:
Dear Scarlet,
Today you threw a huge fit. It was a thrashing, screaming, biting, pretend like the entire world is ending sort of fit. I could not calm you down for the life of me. Aunt Carly texted me in the middle of it and asked if she could call and try to talk you out of it. At first you weren’t having it, but eventually you started to make conversation with her. She told you that she really missed your smile and asked if we could take a picture of it and send it when we got off the phone and she’d send a picture of her new teacups. You agreed. You are so lucky to have so many wonderful people in your life, near and far. A few minutes ago we were talking about why you threw such a fit in the first place. You said, “Remember when Michael ran Meredith over with his car? He didn’t see her. It was an accident. Accidents happen. Sometimes when I cry, it’s an accident.” And that’s why I can’t stay mad at you.