For My BFF On Her 7th Birthday

When I was a kid, my mother used to tell me that I was her best friend.

I hated it. I thought she should have her own friends, grown-up friends. I thought there was something wrong with her, because it didn’t make any sense to me how a woman could consider a child her very best friend.

Now I get it.

Today you are seven, Emma, and I can tell you with certainty that you are my BFF.

It kind of weirds me out that you know what BFF means, because it was just yesterday that you were a baby and not at all capable of understanding or even being a friend. Oh, sure, I still tell you that you’re my baby – and I always will – but we both know you’re not a baby at all anymore.

You’re Emma.

You’re strong and kind and the most charming creature I’ve ever known. Like the rest of the world, I find myself constantly looking for new ways to make you happy, because your happiness is so sincere and contagious. When you smile, I smile, and I want nothing more than to hold on to that feeling of pure joy for as long as I can.

Your generosity inspires me, little girl, and I wonder sometimes how someone like you could have come from me. You give without doubt or fear, absolutely sure that there is always enough for everybody. I’m trying to learn this from you.

I’m trying, too, to be as confident as you.

That’s special, you know. When I was shopping for your birthday present, I was frustrated by how few options there were for girls your age. All the clothes and the toys were the same, and almost none of it fit your individual style. It made me realize how amazing it is that you are able to be exactly who you are with almost no confirmation from the outside world that it’s OK. Surrounded by tulle and bows and hearts and ruffles, I was suddenly exceedingly proud to know that you would have hated all of it.

I promise to always be there to remind you that it’s OK, that who you are is beautiful and more than beautiful. I promise to never let you forget that you are smart, strong, and a much needed light in this world. I promise to always be on your side, to remind you of why you are magnificent, and to always be ready with a hug and a hand when you’re scared.

I promise.

Because that’s what BFFs do.

Happy birthday, Emma.

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  1. Robin says:

    Happy Birthday Emma – you amazing beautiful grown-up girl. :)

  2. Happy Birthday, Emma! You will LOVE being seven just like Anna does and Claire can't wait to be. Eat lots of cake for us!Love, Miss Angie (and I'll sign for Mr Patrick even though I'm sure he'll come leave you a Happy Birthday message, too.)

  3. Happy Birthday Emma! My baby turns 10 tomorrow & he wants to say happy birthday too! Junior hopes you have lots of cake & fun!

  4. Lisa says:

    Happy Birthday Emma! I can't wait to see you guys next week! Have a wonderful day!

  5. Nanna says:

    what can I say to you other than you are a neon, glittery, wild thunderstorm of a sprite, and you make my life worth living just by bring in it. And I'm not at all surprised. Nanna loves you, precious child.

  6. Emma, you are a true gift to this world and I love that just your smile can turn my mood from tired or just ok to pure joy. You are so very loved!

  7. Megan says:

    Ms. Emma, you are a smile personified. Happy, happy birthday.

  8. Janelle says:

    Britt, I am so happy you wrote this right here: When I was a kid, my mother used to tell me that I was her best friend.I hated it. I thought she should have her own friends, grown-up friends. I thought there was something wrong with her, because it didn't make any sense to me how a woman could consider a child her very best friend.Now I get it.I tell Autumn (my 12 year old) all the time, "You're my best friend!" She is always like, "Moooommmm…. ew. Gross. Get your own friends!" You see, my mom always told me that I was her best friend and I LOVED IT! I thought it was cool that my mom thought I was awesome enough to be her friend :) My daughter does not get the same vibe as I did. After years of being told, "Ew. Gross. Get your own friends" I thought something was wrong with me in really truly thinking my Autumn IS my best friend. Now, don't get me wrong, being a mom comes first. I am her parent before her friend. BUT, it's so nice to know that I'm not the only mom who looks at her child and sees a friend and not just a daughter. I really thought I was the only one. :) PS- Happy Birthday Emma :)

  9. Sharrieboberry says:

    Aw–my sweet girls still amaze me at ages 14 and 16. They still are not "in to" what is out there with the hair, the clothes, the makeup. They are their own people.When there were younger, I looked for items for them at Lands' End and Hanna Andersson. They loved these clothes because they felt so good. Lovely cotton items and fun colors. I don't tell my girls they're my BFFs. But I do love many of the qualities I see in them.

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