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My Dearest Daughters – Don’t Live Small Lives

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June 18, 2014

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Letter Thirteen

My Dearest Daughters,

If I were to have one wish for you, one only for now and for always, I would wish that you not live small lives. Living small lives serves no one. In fact, it may be considered to be a slap in the face of those who created you, and the 0ne who gave you life.

Letters from a mother to her daughters

People are raised in various manners. Some live privileged lives, born with a silver spoon so to speak, while others must toil and work in a constant ad back-breaking manner their entire time spent on earth. It matters not into what class you were born. Don’t live small lives.

Perhaps you’re not even sure what I mean by this, my dearest daughters. Let me elaborate, if I may. You only have the restrictions you place on yourselves. If you have a dream then you are one step ahead of the general populace. Most people are content to live their lives vicariously through others, even folks they have never met. What a mistake and huge waste of time.

To achieve one’s dreams takes energy, courage and work. Yes, I said work. Most people won’t invest the time it takes to do something different, even if it means to achieve a life they’ve only imagined.

The clock ticks onward, one day turning into the next and before you know it, you are as old as I am, without really knowing how you came to be such an age.

Don’t live small lives.

Dare to dream and live big. You have heard the saying that if your dreams don’t scare you then they are not big enough. I think this may be truer than any of us have come to believe.

What is standing between what you want to do and what currently occupies your time?

And while you are at it, my dearest daughters, don’t continue to look at the everyday things as mundane. They are not. Each day is a gift to be treasured and lived, no matter what kind of day you are having.

Another important concept to embrace with all that is within you, life is not about you and yours. Involve yourself in the lives of others. Now. Don’t wait until you have enough time, enough money, enough energy, there are never enough of those things. The time is now.

I know I am bouncing all over the place as I write this letter to you, my dearest daughters. I have a sense of urgency this day. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it is because life is urgent. Tomorrow is not guaranteed. Live today, embrace the moments and do a good turn for your neighbor.

 

Love,

Mother

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  1. Jan Veal says

    June 19, 2014 at 3:10 pm

    Great post! Every daughter needs to hear this!
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    • Laurie says

      July 2, 2014 at 10:41 am

      Thanks, Jan.

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  2. Michelle @ A Dish of Daily Life says

    June 18, 2014 at 2:29 pm

    Laurie, this was wonderful. I want this for all my children, and honestly, it’s a good reminder for me sometimes too.
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    • Laurie says

      July 2, 2014 at 10:42 am

      Thanks, Michelle. I hope my kids heed the words.

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