i just picked up a book for elodie called blueberry girl by neil gaiman. he is the author of coraline, which i think is amazingly clever. i'm not a huge fan of the illustrations but it is such a lovely poem and i can't help but choke up every time I read it to my blueberry girl. 'words can be worrisome, people complex; motives and manners unclear.
grant her the wisdom to choose her path right, free from unkindness and fear.
let her tell stories, and dance in the rain, somersaults, tumble and run;
her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep, let her grow like a weed in the sun. help her to help herself, help her to stand, help her to lose, and to find.
teach her we’re only as big as our dreams, show her that fortune is blind. truth is a thing she must find for herself, precious, and rare as a pearl; give her all these, and a little bit more, gifts for a blueberry girl.'