In just a few days you will be eight years old. You’re the one who made me a Mama. I have thought back a lot this year to the time when it was just me and you. Dada would be at work, and there were so many hours in the day for us to play together, or nap together. I must have worn a path in the carpet from the living room all the way down the hall. I would hold you and try to sing you to sleep for your nap. Sometimes it worked, many times it didn’t.
Just so you know, eight seems just so incredibly big to me. I can’t possibly believe that so much of your childhood is already a part of our family lore. Long gone are the days when I would sling you on my hip and carry you around.
When I think about you, I start to swell with pride. You are so very mature. I can count on you to help the family when a day is rough. You’re excellent at helping your baby brothers, and the friendship that you and Ava share is so beautiful.
Just today, I was folding laundry, and asked you girls to please wait to go outside so that you could put your own clothes away. You asked if it would be alright to go outside and then you would come in and put your clothes away as soon as I called. True to your word, when I called you, you came right in. I was surprised and impressed.
After you put your clothes away you said that you were glad to help, and that you would prefer that we fold and put away all of the laundry early in the day so that you wouldn’t have to do it before bed. What work ethic! You show that kind of initiative so very often sweetie. It’s even the way that you complete your homework, which I wish was a trait that you got from me…but it isn’t.
Your intellect astounds me. I love how inquisitive you are about everything…but lately I’m noticing a special interest in the physical world. You can spend a long time with Dad talking about quantum physics and things like angstroms, or you can dig up sweet potatoes with me, or you can spend a day at earthworks with your class and have a blast.
Just the other day you were remarking to me about how Donna from Dr. Who was a good companion, but that no one compares to Billie Piper. How can I have a daughter who knows enough to follow a complicated science fiction plot, have favorite characters, and know the actors by name?! It’s trippy, and I’m sure you won’t understand why until you’re older…or maybe you will since I seem to be routinely underestimating your abilities at this juncture.
I see your sensitivity, but I also see what a leader you are. You are able to read situations and people well and respond accordingly. We were at dinner with friends the other night, and you were just as at home with the grown ups in the kitchen as you were in the playroom with the children. You joked and were so poised. And when the other mom commented on how grown up you were it was like I saw you with new eyes.
Happy birthday my darling girl!