My big girl,
Time passes so quickly. It was only yesterday that we were bringing you home from the hospital. But, now, here we are, 7 years later. You were the first baby we brought home to this house. We still lived in town when your older sister was born. I know you often get frustrated because Bear gets “all” the new things first. But you have that distinction…the first baby in this house.
You have grown up so much this past year! Last year, you were still barely reading. You could do it…when you wanted to. But, most of the time you didn’t want to. This morning, as you read to me from your school reading comprehension book, my eyes teared up a little. You’re reading fluently now, and hardly need me at all.
You’ve learned to add and subtract, multiply and divide this year as well. You fight with math quite a bit, too. But secretly, you know you’re really good at it. You’ve picked up near-instant recall of most of your addition facts without any prompting from me. You did it by yourself.
But enough with the academics. You are so much more than phonics and multiplication tables! Your energy and enthusiasm for life are infectious. I have to laugh sometimes as I watch you play with other kids. You can march right into a crowd of kids and take charge, handing out parts in your imaginary games like a casting director. Those kids never knew what hit them! Most of the time, they even think it was their idea.
But, when things don’t go your way, you do have a bit of dramatic flair. How many times have I heard, “Momma! Monkey won’t be a fairy. I’m NEVER going to be able to play my game!”
You should see the annoyance painted on your face at my typical sing-song response, “Never ever ever in a hundred million years!” You know then that I won’t play the drama game today. Most of the time, you walk off in a huff…and then promptly figure out how to play nice with your brother.
You always want us to tell you stories. You can hardly get enough, and it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve already heard it, either. You like to ask for stories about Trinity, my old dog who now lives only in our memories. You want to know about Trinity getting run over by the horse, or Trinity and the squirrel, or maybe the story of how I got Trinity.
But you don’t just like animal stories. Some of your other favorites are the one where G-Pop dropped a brick on his brother’s head (for those concerned, everyone was ok!), and the story of Granddad getting his tongue stuck to a railroad track. Of course, we won’t leave out the story of you or one of your siblings “getting born”. You’ve heard all of those at least a hundred times.
You’ll hear them a hundred more, if you can get us to keep telling them.
You seem to need that connection to the past. You’ve told me that you’re afraid you’ll forget Trinity and Granddad…that’s why you want to hear the stories so much. So, I’ll keep telling, as long as you’ll listen. Even when you correct me when I don’t tell it right!
Most of the time, if I want to find you, I can go look in your room, amidst the costume wreckage that you’ve thrown about your room, looking for the perfect outfit to be a princess, or a fairy, or a mermaid. You are so full of imagination. You make me smile when you come prancing by wearing your “heel shoes” and a glittery dress, dripping in “jewels”. I know the magic will someday fade. But today, you’re the queen, with a brand new baby-doll princess. I’m glad that you’re still little, time is growing short.
I love you, my sweet little princess. Happy Birthday!