Conversations With My Daughter

There are very few things I love about Facebook. Like very fewBut one of the things I do love – besides feeling all the love on your birthday – is when parents post random, hilarious, honest conversations with their kids.

While I was writing my novel about a five-year-old who gets kidnapped from her mother, I constantly relied on my daughter’s speech patterns, her random humor and refreshing honesty to capture the spirit of this fictional child.

My daughter, who is on the precipice of turning five, cannot easily be  summed up – she’s ferociously independent, woefully sensitive, enlightened, bossy, exquisite, comedic, intuitive, bright, precocious, gorgeous, etc. – but our conversations often showcase her wild imagination, her sense of humor and just how special she is.

These are the talks I want to remember, long after she takes to answering me in mumbles or dashes off to her room every chance she gets.

Now, when her compact, but alarmingly expanding body crawls into my lap, or her sweet voice asks me to rub her back or demands hugs and kisses, a little part of me swells and then shrinks, because I want to hold on so tight…and yet, I know this type of physical love is only temporary.

Cue. The. Violins.

But for today, there is laughter. There is dialogue between us. There is humor and promise that the world is so big and bright and that there are no limits and that she can do anything.

And I really believe that she will.

I’m not sure when we stopped believing that we can do anything. That we can write the bestselling novel. That we can start the business. That we can find the one great love. That we can live happily. But she is my reminder. She is my reminder to think big, dream big, live big.

Never small.

Sophie: I wish you and Dada would let me do whatever I want to do.
Me: Well, if you could, what would you do? If you could do anything you want?
Sophie: I would go and hang from the tree branches.
Me: What else?
Sophie: I would climb all the way up a rope to the ceiling.
Me: What else?
Sophie: I would climb a mountain all by myself.
Me: That’s a lot of climbing. What else?
Sophie: I would wear a huge t-shirt.
Me: What else?
Sophie: I would eat all the hot dogs.
Me: Gross. What else?
Sophie: I would pour a glass of almond milk on your head.
Me: I think you can do all of that…except pour milk on my head.
Sophie (lets her glass of almond milk hover and then brings it to her lips with a smile): No, I could do that too.

End scene.

“She was born to be free. Let her run wild in her own way and you will never lose her.” – Nikki Rowe 

Photo courtesy of Colibri Photo

About Rea Frey

Rea Frey is a lover of coffee, words and sleep, though since becoming a mother, she gets too much coffee, writes endless words and thinks about uninterrupted sleep the way she would a lover lost at sea—that is to say, often. She is the author of four nonfiction books and an upcoming women’s suspense novel, THE LONELY GIRLS (St. Martin’s Press), which will be published summer 2018. When she’s not exercising, mothering, adulting, wifing, eating or writing about herself in the third person, you can find her blogging about various topics at

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