My Dearest Adelaide

My Dearest Adelaide,

Today, your mother sang the song Wild One by Faith Hill as you sat on my knee.

When she was three years old on her daddy’s knee,
He said you can be anything you want to be

I immediately corrected her that you were only three months old. But the concept is still the same.

I want you to know that you can be anything you want to be.

And, I mean, it’s not like I really need to tell you that. There’s a history of women not having all the opportunities that a man may have. And while that’s still technically true, I very much hope it’s less and less true by the time you’ve grown. Regardless, I can’t change that (except by the small – nay, minute – amounts that I can.

What I can change is to ensure you know, and more importantly, feel like I accept you for who you are, no matter who that person may be.

So I’m here to tell you that you can be anything you want to be, and I will love and accept you, no matter what.

Whether you grow up wanting to be a princess or a king; an artist or a beggar; a mother or a politician – whatever your choice may be, I will always love you.