The following letter was written by Alex for her daughter Phoebe. You can follow them both on Instagram.
Dear Phoebe Cecily Violet
When you read this you will no longer be a small child lying in my arms. You will no longer be small enough for me to carry. You will no longer fall asleep with my arms cuddling you whole.
You will no longer kiss me a hundred times a day and look at me like I am your universe.
You will no longer believe everything I tell you. You may feel like you do not need me.
When you read this you may have moments where you question yourself. You may meet people that make you question yourself.
When you read this you may have days when everything feels a little hard and though the sun is shining outside you may feel grey and sad.
You may have days where you find it hard to breathe.
You may not understand why you are having these feelings and don’t know what to do with them. You may not know who, if anyone you can talk to about it.
When you read this you may be screaming inside for me to hold you like you are little again and cry in my arms.
You may be lying on your bed holding your childhood meerkat toy that smells like sandpits and snufflerub and you just want to click your heels and be little again.
So when you read this I want you to know that you are not alone and that there are people around you who love you and are ready for you if your ever want someone to talk to.
That when you speak to someone that they may even have experienced similar things to you and may be able to help.
Mostly I want you to know that if you ever want to cry in my arms and for me to hold you tight, that you can.
That my arms are always here ready to fix that boo boo, no matter how big it is or how big you are,