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oh, my! i figure is you encourage her, teach her she's valuable and really hear her, you've got the rest covered :-)

*if you encourage her

Yes, that would be the perfect mother and nobody's perfect, but if you keep that list in mind, I would think you have an excellent chance of being the best mother you can be!

Good luck to you and the Champ!

What a beautiful list! Your awareness is the first step of getting there...lucky little girl =)

my dear sarah...sending this along...it's one of my favorites...and it is in line with your hope and dreams for your wee one... elizabeth knapp wrote these words...'did i tell you?' ..one for sons and one for daughters....http://wordtosser.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-daughters-and-sons-everywhere.html

If you keep this list in mind, encourage her, support her, and simply just love her, Champ is going to grow up to be an amazing lady... just like her mom. Love you.

This: http://parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/04/18/just-parent-no-philosophy-required/?partner=rssnyt&emc=rss

To the lady who attached the link for the Elizabeth Knapp, I am wondering if you have the words to the "Did I Tell You" for almost grown sons.

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