My Average Kids

Dear Kids,

I have brought you into this world and watched and helped you grow. You have turned from helpless infants into small people and each day I am awed and amazed at how the two of you have grown. Every day you develop your own personalities a little more and I am given a glimpse into the future of who you will become. Each day you learn a little more and I am honored to have helped you in your struggles and also in your triumphs. Each day you remind me of all that the world has to offer you, and I am reminded of the most important lesson that you must take and carry on with you.

I love you both deeply, but know this…. You are average.

That may have sounded harsh but let me explain. You both are in a world where dreams can come true, dreams can be broken and dreams can never even happen. You were born with two feet (average), two hands(average), one mouth (also average), two eyes (average)….. Are you getting the point yet?

Daddy and I brought you into this world with the same tools as everyone else. You are the average. You can walk and talk just like anyone else and you live in a home like most people do. You have parents that care about you all the time and suck some of the time. You have a full life of love, learning, feeling, being and experiencing all of this world ahead of you, and the tools that you were given from the start are the same as almost anyone else.

Let me explain further… You see, you were both born with the same thing that most of us are born with physically. You were born average. Remember this because there seems to be an epidemic of amazingness going on right around you. Some babies are brought into this world and told how wonderful and awesome they are. Some babies are put on that pedestal from day one. They only have amazing and awesome to look forward to for the rest of their lives.

You both, on the other hand, have average to look forward to. That is, unless you choose other wise. “There may be people that have more talent than you, but there’s no excuse for anyone to work harder than you.” Derek Jeter

Dad and I have given you both the basic necessities. We have ensured that you will lead an average life, but if you realize now how average you are, you and only you can turn that into something extroidinary. You both possess the power to achieve anything that you can dream of. Litereally any idea that you can come up with, is possible, as long as you have the will to fight for it and go get it. You may have been born average just like everyone else, but your heart and your soul can make you anything but average if you truly want to.

It will be hard for you. There are so many children out there now that are told from birth that they are amazing. These children will end up in your lives and and in your classes. They will be the ones that think that the teacher is only talking to them… because they are amazing, of course. They will be the children that change the rules of the game because they aren’t winning and the ones that must be the line leader every day. Don’t stress over it too much, they were just never informed of how average that they are.

This is my gift to you. I want you both to realize how average that you are. You are like everyone else and nothing that you have is any greater… unless you make it greater. Look, your blood flows red and dries black just like mine. Your Mom has wiped your behind more times than she cares to count. You have had to learn to walk, talk, eat, dress yourself, just like everyone else. We are all born average.

If tomorrow you wake up wanting to be a fireman, I can tell you this. You will be average at fighting fires. You will have to work and sweat and live and die to fight those fires to be the best fire fighter that you could ever be…. only then will you move from average to slightly above average.

It takes really hard work, and a whole lot of mind and soul to go from average to awesome. Some people have done it. A lot of people have… but I promise this, they never once just got to be awesome because their Mommy said so. I won’t lie to you both and fill your minds with the ideas that you are outstanding. I will tell you that you both have the heart and soul to be such. You just have to want it. You have to fight for it, like its your life that is at stake. The ones that can do that, actually become more than average.

In my eyes you will both always be more than average, but know this, I won’t be around forever and my opinion is skewed. You are both more than enough for me, but the world wants more and you both have more. Take the fact that you are average with you in every life obstacle that you should come across. Start out as average and really dig deep to find out if you seek more. I know you are both truly inspirational and astounding individuals, but my word is only as good as average.

Be determined to be better than average. Be a fighter. Want what you can’t have and then find a way to get it. Dream for things that are unimaginable and then find a way to catch those dreams. Expect more from yourself that anyone else, because you will always be your worst critic. Use those brains that God gave you, but always listen to your heart. Sometimes they will argue but the heart is usually right. Find a way to no longer be average. You are both, anything but.


Love, Mommy


Growing At The Speed Of Light

Dear Cassidy,

A little over a month ago, you woke up and dressed for picture day at school. You wore the navy blue dress that I picked out with white tights and brown maryjane shoes. I chose the outfit because it was plain and understated, thinking that you would be the star of the picture. I also chose it because the outfit was age appropriate. It was a navy blue dress for a six year old… and you are six.

We took the time to fix your hair and you curls were looking perfect that morning. You left the house looking like my sweet little baby girl with gorgeous golden curls. Your gaped toothed grin and awkward stance as we waited for your bus proved your little girl look. You had a sense of innocence and cuteness that would be expected for a six year old girl.


That day came and went and I couldn’t wait to see what your pictures turned out like. I had to order them ahead of time without seeing the final result so I was nervous. Not that you would look bad, but that maybe you wouldn’t be smiling or that you just would have the look on your face that said you didn’t want your picture taken at all. That was the look that was present on previous photos so it wasn’t that I was worrying needlessly.

At any rate your pictures came back finally, and I have to say how upset I am over them. I was certain that the little girl that I sent off to school that morning was you. I was certain that the little girl that I sent off was cute with her little curls. She was sweet with her innocent and gaped tooth grin. That little girl that I sent off to get her picture taken was not the same girl from this photo.

The photo that I received is certainly some other girl and most definitely not a little one.  The pictures that came home with you were of a girl far more mature looking. Maybe a ten or twelve year old. The girl that was in those pictures was not my little baby bear. Clearly there has been a switch!

I stare at the pictures and I think about the very first time I looked at you. I think about the moment that I held you in my arms and looked into your huge sparkling eyes. As I looked at the picture I remembered you falling asleep on my chest as an infant. I remembered your bobble head as you sat up for the first few times. I remember your tiny little body sitting in a huge highchair that could have swallowed you up, for the first time that you ate food.

I kept looking at that school picture and I kept recalling all the moments of your life that have led up to now. This much older looking girl is not you. It can’t be. I’m sure it is not. A switch must have happened. This girl is quite beautiful and poised and there is a sparkle in her eye, but she is just much too old to be you, my baby girl.

The more I stare at the printed 8×10, the more I can’t believe how much you have grown up. I can see you standing in front of your preschool for you very first day. I can see you at home playing with barbies and build a bears and I wonder how you could have grown up so much.

This picture is you. This picture is a preview to the pictures that I have to come for the next eleven years and I am not so sure that I am ready. No doubt that the girl in this picture is gorgeous, but she is just so grown up. She has a magical sort of look about her that I just hadn’t noticed when I sent you off that morning.



This picture is beautiful. I can see your sparkling eyes now. I can see your golden curls. I can see your grin, only nothing about what I see now is the same as what I saw when I sent you off. I’d say that since I have come to realize that this picture is in fact you, I have looked at you a bit differently in general. You are growing up. You just don’t look like my baby bear any more.

I know that you are still my baby. I realize that you are still my little girl, but lately I am not taking for granted the joys of you being six. You asked me the other day if you could lay down with me and take a nap. I said yes and I cherished every minute. I waited until you fell asleep before I would shut my eyes. I watched as your eye lids closed and then I stared at you a little bit longer.

How many more naps will I have with you? How many more times will you even ask? You are growing so darn quick and before I blink, I will have another school picture to shock me. I love you so much that it hurts sometimes. Watching you grow up is painful. It is rewarding and wonderful but so painful. Someday when you have your own  babies, you will know just what I mean. Until then, I am just going to keep enjoying our moments together and I am going try and enjoy watching you grow up right before my eyes.

Love, Momma