Dear JJ

by Diana Moigbe Akwaboah

Dear JJ,

 

There will be things

I forget to say to you.

Not because they were unimportant,

but because life sometimes moves

faster than intention.

 

There will be days I am tired,

when my patience runs thin,

days when correction comes more easily

than celebration,

days when love sits quietly within me

instead of finding its way into words.

 

If you ever feel unseen,

know that it was never a lack of love,

only silence where expression should have been,

an omission of words, but the feelings stay true.

 

I may not always remember to tell you

how proud I am of you,

how watching you grow humbles me,

how your laughter always makes my day.

 

So let this letter hold

the words I may forget to speak aloud.

 

Life will bring challenges.

Some will bend you,

but God will not let you break.

When the weight feels heavier than you can carry,

lean on the One

who has already seen it all.

He will always direct your path.

 

People’s opinions will move you,

praise may lift your spirit;

criticism may wound it.

Remember always to do your best,

not for applause

and not from fear of judgment,

but because you are too special

to be anything short of extraordinary.

 

When sadness settles on your heart,

choose worship.

For heaviness and praise

cannot dwell in the same space for long.

One will have to leave.

 

You will fail at some things.

You will not always be the best

but you are only in competition

with the person you were yesterday.

Keep growing.

Keep learning.

Keep becoming.

Family is everything.

Love them out loud.

 

May you never be the reason

someone questions their worth.

Offer kindness freely

to the servant and the master alike

for dignity belongs to every soul.

 

And lest I forget:

You are seen,

even on the days you feel invisible.

 

You are blessed,

immeasurably and beyond understanding.

 

You are loved

completely,

always and forever.

Diana Moigbe is a doctor, mother, and storyteller whose writing explores faith, motherhood, growth, and the quiet lessons found in everyday life.

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