Monday, August 13, 2012

Letters to My Daughters - Introduction

They’re growing up—quickly! This fall, my youngest daughter will enter high school, my middle daughter will enter college, and my oldest daughter will begin the second half of her college years.

Very soon they will be headed toward internships, marriage, careers . . . what some call “real” life.

Maybe you’ve felt it too, maybe you’re feeling it right now, but lately I am well aware that my time with my daughters is getting short.

And yet, it feels like there are so many life lessons that haven’t been talked about, that still need to be shared. It feels odd and uncomfortable to sit them down and talk about these things—I prefer lessons to flow naturally out of everyday life. Yet it seems that more and more I find myself thinking, “Have I told them that?” “Do they know how important that is?”

From “how to make a great spaghetti sauce” to “how to choose a husband,” I’m constantly wondering, “Have I given them the tools they need to live a fruitful and fulfilling life?”

Obviously, real life conversations with my girls are ongoing. Of course I am, hopefully, teaching them many life lessons every day. But here I want to record some specific lessons that God has taught me, most of which I have had to learn the hard way because my heart is stubborn and doesn’t like to listen to instruction.

I may have made a mistake or two that I’d like to help my girls avoid.

As I write this series, I am also thinking about the many other “daughters” that God has brought into my life. My nieces. Girls from small groups and mission trips. And my daughters’ friends whom I have been so blessed to know.

Three amazing daughters of my own. Many “adopted” daughters. So much estrogen in my life!

How could I be so blessed?

My hope here is to bless back. To impart just a little bit of wisdom so that these girls may find life just a little easier to navigate. To give them a sense that someone else had ridden this road and that everything is going to be O.K.

So tomorrow, a new series called “Letters to My Daughters” will begin here. I don’t know how long it will last. I don’t know exactly what I’ll say. I don’t even know how often these posts will come out (probably whenever I feel like it, but most likely on Monday or Tuesday). I do know that writing this been on my heart for the past couple of months, so it must be something I should do.

Will you join me? I’d love to have you come along on this journey. Feel free to follow me or sign up for email updates in the sidebar.

And while you’re still here, are there any topics you think I should cover? I have a lot of ideas right now, but I’m open to suggestions. Feel free to add those in the comments!


  1. Goody! I'll be all ears to hear what you'll tell your daughters. Honestly, I'm sure my sons need to hear some of the same things.

    Here's an idea: maybe some week you'll could post a letter like "What mothers of sons wish you knew." You could poll some of us or I could perhaps write a guest post for your series.

    Blessings, Shelly! This is a great idea!

  2. Yes! Richella, that is a great idea! I'll be in touch, for sure.

  3. What a BRILLIANT idea! I am all ears, now having three little girls of my own!

    I am really excited to hear what you have to say. I always love your parenting wisdom.


  4. This is a great idea! I remember spending time with my dad and listening to him about education (nobody can ever take that from you!), establishing a career (what if you had to be the breadwinner?), waiting for the RIGHT man (he'll come to you, you don't have to be looking!), choosing friends wisely, being a person of integrity, treating others with respect, and on & on. I can still hear him, and I treasure those days now, even if I didn't so much then. (I tend to learn the hard way!)

  5. Well, I think you're the perfect person to write this; and since it's been on your heart for so long, I'm hopeful the words will flow naturally now, even if they haven't necessarily come up in conversation.

    I sense this same urgency of time, too; though mine are a little younger than yours. We're still in a similar season.

    Looking forward to hearing more....