May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them.

Strength, dear daughters, comes in many forms.  As you grow, I hope you will appreciate your strength.  Never be ashamed of your physical strength – the strength that develops in your legs from the miles that you run or the hours that you dance.  Embrace that strength and try not to take if for granted, but remember that strength is so much more than the physical.  Strength is showing kindness even when it isn’t the popular thing to do.  Strength is speaking up when necessary, but also knowing when speaking your mind is more hurtful than helpful.  Strength is standing up for what you believe is right, but also admitting when you are wrong.  Strength is recognizing that you need help sometimes and not being afraid to ask for it.  Strength is trying.  Strength is failing.  Strength is trying again, even after you fail.  Strength is getting back up after you fall.  Strength is starting.  Strength is finishing.   Strength can be loud, but it can also be quiet.  Strength is believing in yourself, even when others doubt.  Strength is believing in others, even when they don’t believe in themselves.