To Emma on her 7th Birthday
These posts never get easier for me. Yes, I'm that Mom that really HATES that their kids are getting older, but LOVES it, all the same. It's such a weird, bittersweet feeling. I'm obviously in love with the people my children are turning into--their little personalities become more apparent every single day and they never cease to surprise me. But, on the same hand, I miss the baby days, the cuddling, the loving, their sweet baby smell...I think I'll always think of that and long for those days. Those were the days when life seemed SO hectic, but in hindsight, were SO simple.
My sweet Emma. Where do I begin? I always like to tell the tale of scheduling your delivery and still going into labor- a week and a half before your section date, and almost 4 weeks before your due date. I should have known from that moment that you would march to the beat of your own drum. You still do and have every day since this day back in 2008. That is one of my very favorite things about you. You are truly an individual. You live in "falalalala-land", as you call it...I often wonder what it's like there, because you really seem to enjoy it.
You are so helpful. We call you 'little mother' because you are by my side, following my lead, for a good portion of our days. You seem to mature to me, all of a sudden, too. You are still super sensitive and really take a lot of things to heart. You love to dance, and you're actually rather good in your ballet class.
You're getting towards the age where you're not really into "little kid" things, but you're not quite old enough for "big kid" things. Do they call this the 'tween' stage? I think you're too young for that, aren't you? You're 7 not 12, Did you know that? Because sometimes, I think you think you're WAY older than you are.
You're starting to become very aware of the world around you, and the fact that it's not all sunshine and rainbows. Jack is older, but still has this idea that all is right in the world, always, and is very happy in that land. So, I never really had to talk about the 'hard' stuff, like all of the things going on the in world. You're the teacher, here, Em. I follow YOUR lead and try to explain things the best that I can, in '7 year old going on 17 year old' terms. I hope I'm doing an okay job. I like to think that I am.
You've always been a great teacher for me, though, Em. You taught me the most important lesson in motherhood. While your brother made me a Mommy--something I never knew that I wanted to be--YOU taught me that there is NO limit to a Mother's love. I thank you today and everyday for that, because to be honest, when I was pregnant with you, I wasn't sure how I could possibly love another child like I loved Jack. When you were born, I quickly learned that I would love you with the heat of a thousand sons, just like I love Jack, and just like I love the Littles.
You also taught me a lot about myself. You helped me find strength that I never knew I had. So, I thank you for that, as well, because that honestly changed my life. Never have I been more humbled and lucky. So again, thank you.
I'll always contend that there's just 'something' about you, my biggest girl, and I will always say that. You are one of the best people I know, and I'm lucky enough to call you my daughter.
I hope you have a wonderful birthday, my love.
My sweet Emma. Where do I begin? I always like to tell the tale of scheduling your delivery and still going into labor- a week and a half before your section date, and almost 4 weeks before your due date. I should have known from that moment that you would march to the beat of your own drum. You still do and have every day since this day back in 2008. That is one of my very favorite things about you. You are truly an individual. You live in "falalalala-land", as you call it...I often wonder what it's like there, because you really seem to enjoy it.
You are so helpful. We call you 'little mother' because you are by my side, following my lead, for a good portion of our days. You seem to mature to me, all of a sudden, too. You are still super sensitive and really take a lot of things to heart. You love to dance, and you're actually rather good in your ballet class.
You're getting towards the age where you're not really into "little kid" things, but you're not quite old enough for "big kid" things. Do they call this the 'tween' stage? I think you're too young for that, aren't you? You're 7 not 12, Did you know that? Because sometimes, I think you think you're WAY older than you are.
You're starting to become very aware of the world around you, and the fact that it's not all sunshine and rainbows. Jack is older, but still has this idea that all is right in the world, always, and is very happy in that land. So, I never really had to talk about the 'hard' stuff, like all of the things going on the in world. You're the teacher, here, Em. I follow YOUR lead and try to explain things the best that I can, in '7 year old going on 17 year old' terms. I hope I'm doing an okay job. I like to think that I am.
You've always been a great teacher for me, though, Em. You taught me the most important lesson in motherhood. While your brother made me a Mommy--something I never knew that I wanted to be--YOU taught me that there is NO limit to a Mother's love. I thank you today and everyday for that, because to be honest, when I was pregnant with you, I wasn't sure how I could possibly love another child like I loved Jack. When you were born, I quickly learned that I would love you with the heat of a thousand sons, just like I love Jack, and just like I love the Littles.
You also taught me a lot about myself. You helped me find strength that I never knew I had. So, I thank you for that, as well, because that honestly changed my life. Never have I been more humbled and lucky. So again, thank you.
I'll always contend that there's just 'something' about you, my biggest girl, and I will always say that. You are one of the best people I know, and I'm lucky enough to call you my daughter.
I hope you have a wonderful birthday, my love.
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| Us-Dec. 2, 2015 |
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