An Open Letter to My Baby Girl
Hello, my precious angel. I cannot wait to meet you. We literally have just days until you could be here. Daddy and I are so ready to get this party started! We sometimes feel like we’re just in “wait mode” and sitting around looking at each other and waiting for you. Okay, we’re not that boring, but you get the point!
Do you know how excited I am to meet you for the first time? I can’t wait to gaze into your tiny, angelic face and truly understand that, I made you. Well, we, daddy and I, made you.
I often wonder what you will look like. Will the name(s) we’ve chosen “fit?” Will you have daddy’s latte colored complexion? Will you inherit mommy’s greenish-gold eyes? What kind of hair will you have? Honey-blonde, soft, curls like daddy did when he was a baby or straight, silky brunette hair like mommy?
Either way, you will be beautiful. You will be mine. You will be ours.
Sometimes though, I wonder if people will look at me with a furrowed brow when I’m out at the grocery store or running errands. I only wonder because you may not look like me, completely.
While you have Caucasian (Italian/Slovak nationalities), you also have Puerto Rican and African-American roots. You are my Neapolitan baby.
Some people have judged your daddy and I for our love. I cut both family and friends out of my life that were unsupportive and racist. I don’t care what they think. I will not tolerate hateful words and behaviors. I’ve made that very clear from day one. I want to tell you it was hard to cut out both family and friends, but it wasn’t. I could never associate with people who are so close-minded.
When I first met daddy, I never saw color. I saw a handsome man with kind eyes and warm smile and that made me feel like the most beautiful/special/smart girl in the world. I, too, want you to see someone for who they are and not what they look like.
People always tell us “what a beautiful couple we make” and that “our children will be beautiful.” While that is absolutely flattering and I’m sure your beauty will be intoxicating, I hope people judge you for the person you are not what you look like or what color you skin is.
What is most important to us is who you are. We strive for you to always be curious and make education a priority, understand the value of a dollar and work hard to be a an independent woman, love unconditionally and always be a kind and warm person; we want you to be the best person you can be. You are, no doubt, a reflection of us.
I still haven’t figured out how to deal with the one day when you finally question why mommy is “white” and daddy is “brown.” I don’t have all the answers today. I’m excited and terrified — at the same time — to meet you. That day is drawing closer and closer.
‘Til we meet my sweet daughter…
What do you want your baby-to-be to know?