“Mommy, I want to be just like you.” My little one, Mia, often expresses this sentiment, gazing at me with admiration as she comments on my shoes, nail polish, or sparkly jewelry. While her words are sweet and endearing, they also bring me a sense of sadness. What Mia doesn’t realize is that, more than anything, I wish I could be like her.
Mia embodies tenacity and strength. She never backs down when faced with adversity. This fierce determination, although a valuable trait for her future, makes parenting her a daily adventure. She refuses to accept limits imposed by others, demonstrating a remarkable sense of self. Whether she’s singing confidently on the subway or asserting her desires, Mia embraces her individuality wholeheartedly.
As I observe her mimic my speech and actions, I feel a pang of longing. She seeks out bags resembling mine and tries to imitate how I push her brother in the stroller. It pains me because I hope she never loses the fearless spirit she possesses. I, on the other hand, have become bogged down by worries, fatigue, and regrets. I often let life’s challenges hold me back, settling for mediocrity in my career and relationships.
I often reflect on how I wish I had Mia’s unwavering resolve. I can’t help but wonder if I would have had the courage to chase after older kids who took my ball, as she did, instead of simply standing by and crying. Her vibrant spirit and ability to find joy in the simplest things are qualities I admire deeply.
In some ways, I once was her—full of life and ambition. It’s difficult to remember that version of myself. This spirited little girl who refuses to wear pajamas, believes she’s as wise as her teachers, and adores her favorite show—she inspires me. She has even mastered counting to 100 just to prove her older brother wrong, showing pride in her accomplishments and listening to her body’s needs. She is who I aspire to be.
I fervently hope Mia retains this fiery determination, undeterred by life’s challenges, such as unkind peers or difficult tests. I want her to remain true to herself and recognize her worth. This journey isn’t always easy.
While bedtime can feel like an endless negotiation, filled with requests for stickers, books, cups of water, and a multitude of stuffed animals, I know that Mia is destined for greatness. She’s going to make a difference in this world.
Dear Mia, I wish I could be more like you.
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