Letters to Little One

Always, Always, Always, Capable

Dear Little One,

Always always always remember you are capable. You are capable of doing everything and you are capable of doing nothing. You are capable of saying yes and saying no. You are capable of thinking and dreaming and producing and achieving. You are capable of failing and you are capable of trying again. You are capable of standing up and you are capable of surrendering. You are capable of loving and hating and choosing which one to turn to. You are capable of smiling and frowning and crying and laughing. You are capable of helping and turning your back and apologizing. You are capable of anything you set your mind to, and an infinite amount more outside of what you can imagine. You are capable of all this at once and yet sometimes you’ll still feel small, and that’s okay.


See you soon.

Letters to Little One

Generous With What We Cannot See

Dear Little One,

Ever since I was little I was encouraged to be generous, to share, to give. And as I’ve grown up, I’ve noticed how often I associate those words with tangible things. I’ve shared toys. I’ve given presents. I’ve been generous with my money. But now, perhaps more than ever, I’m starting to believe that what the world needs more than anything is our generosity with the things we cannot see.

We need to be generous with our hearts, both in loving those who love us and those who don’t.

We need to be generous with our voices, using them to identify what needs to be changed and giving them to those who have had theirs taken away.

We need to be generous with our time, giving it to people not things.

We need to be generous with our hope, passing it along to those who have been given no reason to hold onto their own.

The world needs so much more than money and things, and you are worth so much more than your supply of either. So when you’re looking for ways to be generous, you need look no further than inside of yourself. Chances are if you look there first, the gift will be far greater than anything you could have given blindly out of your pocket.


See you soon.


Letters to Little One

To be Loved

Dear Little One,

Growing up, I watched a lot of kinds of love grow and die. And as I went about my own life, I was introduced to many of its relatives, both honest and fake.  I found it in family, I found it in friends, I found it in church, but I longed for the day when I’d come face to face with the love that everyone is always talking about. I knew it was out there waiting for me, as it is for everyone, and that I’d just have to be patient in my search, but some days were harder than others to do so.

When I was little, I saw the love as a fairytale. It was a type of magic I couldn’t wait to get my hands on. There would be sunsets and dresses and sparkly things, birds chirping and people singing. As I got older, the picture changed. The magic was still there, but maturity morphed its boundaries and shaped its face.

It wasn’t until I reached high school that I started to wonder if it was even in the cards for me at all. I was in the heat of adolescence, reaching out for any sort of steady self-esteem, but all I seemed to find were the slippery fingers of those more perfect than I’d ever be. They looked at me with subconscious pity, assuring me love was around the corner, and I watched them walk away into the magic.

In the years that followed, my self-doubt spread like wildfire throughout my entire body. Nothing about me seemed interesting or unique or beautiful. There were days when I’d spend hours getting ready, solely because I felt as if nothing made me look good enough to deserve the kind of love I longed for.

“I’ll never look like her.”

“I’ll never have what she has.”

“I’ll never be as interesting or witty or funny.”

Eventually, I convinced myself that the magic I once dreamed of was simply not for me. It just wasn’t something I was going to have because I was never going to be good enough. That became my truth and the conversations about love with my friends were the lies. The hopes and dreams I had for the future were simply fabrications that made conversations flow. That love was for them, not me.

But that’s not true, is it?

That’s not true for anyone.

We are all worthy of the love we imagine. We just have to imagine it truthfully, for who are as individuals. Because the truth is, no one is going to be loved the same way, because we are not the same people. We can’t hope to be loved for being someone else because we are no one else but ourselves.

Amongst the lies told by my self-doubt, was the one that told me love was something I would give, but not receive. The idea of someone standing in their best dressed, asking me to marry them, was laughable. Why would someone love me? How would anyone ever fall in love with me?

These past two years, I have finally been able to find the answers.

Why would someone love me? Because I do.

How would anyone ever fall in love with me? Because I have.

The answer was there all along.

The secret to finding true love in another is first finding it in yourself.

If I can stand firmly on the rock that tells me I’m worthy of love, not only will I have the courage to seek it, but I will have the eyes to see through those who speak of it with a false tongue.

If I can build within me a foundation of self-acceptance, I will always have a home to turn to in times of struggle, and a starting block to stand on in times of heartbreak.

An honest love starts from within, so start with you.

You are the epicenter of your own love story.

See you soon.

Letters to Little One


Dear Little One,

I don’t know what you’re in to. I don’t know what talents you have. I don’t know what dreams you’re dreaming. But I can pretty much guarantee you’re having the same thoughts that I’m having at this very moment.

I can’t.

I’m scared.

Where do I even begin?

To be honest, I don’t know if these thoughts ever truly go away, but the best way I can think of to silence them, is to question them. I’m an over thinker. I tend to waste time worrying about a problem that will probably never exist and I miss opportunities because of it. I let the doubts consume me, without questioning them first.

“I can’t”

Why? If I can let myself believe that I can’t do something, then I should at least know why I believe it. What about this goal or aspiration makes it unachievable to me? How can I fix that? What can I do to better myself or my situation to bring this dream into reach?

“I’m scared”

Again, why? What is the actual root of this fear? Failure? Lame excuse. If everyone gave into the fear of failure, nothing would ever get done. There would be no innovation, there would be no success.  I get it, failure is daunting, and sometimes it can feel like the only possible outcome. But before you believe that, before you give up on something simply because you’re afraid you will fail, get up, go outside, and start walking.

Success is everywhere. Look at the sidewalk, the houses, and the cars. Look at the clothes, the stores, and the food. All of these things started with an idea.

Look at a T-shirt. That T-shirt started as an idea floating around in someone’s head. They took that idea and decided it was good enough to draw on paper. Once on paper, someone decided that that drawing was good enough to sew. Once sewn, someone decided that that T-shirt was good enough to sell. Once on sale, someone decided that that T-shirt was good enough to buy. And once bought, someone decided that that T-shirt was good enough to wear.

If that first person doesn’t pursue that idea, that shirt never exists. The same goes for cars, cell phones, shoes, and pool noodles. (All of equal importance, of course.)

My point is, never let yourself believe that the idea you have is too small or too stupid*.

*(Refer back to the fact that someone invented the pool noodle.)

The world we live in relies on the bold and courageous to get things done. You have to put yourself out there again and again and again and again. Failure will seem imminent. It will follow you around wherever you go, hoping that you finally take a seat; but keep standing, keep walking, keep trying.

If you want to make a name for yourself, speak it.

If want to get mouths talking, make yours the first to move.

Embrace your talents and your flaws and show people what you can do.

Do this, and I’ll do the same.

Make me proud.

See you soon.