Here. I’ll let you borrow my eyes for a few seconds.
Dear cute little girl at the beach,
When you swam up to me, I thought that you wanted to play with my youngest daughter, but instead you stayed and talked to me because, as you put it, I was your new friend.
I’m glad you enjoyed your visit to the island of my ancestors. I was sad to hear how you went to the luau but didn’t have fun because you got rained on, and happy that you went to see all the places that the Kings and Queens once ruled.
And even though my kids were more than a little bothered that you were talking to me, a random stranger who is not a kid, I hope that all those questions you kept asking me were answered thoroughly.
I know you asked me like nine times, but yeah… I’m sorry I didn’t jump at the chance to meet your Dad. It’s not that I don’t like Dads, I just don’t like yours. Nah, I’m just joking. But the reality is, I already have a husband– my kid’s Dad. And one of those is more than enough for me.
Seriously though, I do feel bad that you don’t have a Mommy and I hope your Daddy finds you one who treats you like the little honeybee that you are. You deserve all the love and hugs in the world. But for now enjoy your Daddy. Be good to him, be kind, be gentle because even if it seems like he is ‘just one parent,’ he is way more than good enough. I know. I was raised by one parent and maybe I didn’t realize it back then but now, I know this for a fact.
Most of all, I wish you a good, long, and happy life and please know that even if things don’t always turn out the way you want them to, there is always a little piece of treasure in everything– you just have to look for it.
Much Aloha,
Your friend
Hawaiian Supermom 