The flower turns four

Yesterday was the precious flower’s fourth birthday, yes you read that correctly-FOUR YEARS OLD. Where did the time go? Didn’t she just tell us we were expecting a bouncing baby girl? That’s how it feels to me sometimes, and then sometimes I look at her and wonder how we ever made it without her. I imagine it was much more quiet around here before she came barreling into our lives, full of whirling, curling energy. 

This, “where did the time go,” is a re-occurring theme in most of my columns and it’s because I just can’t grasp how quickly the time goes by. I feel like I’m living in the moment but, then, poof! It’s as if someone has shaken me awake for a moment and I take a look around and think “How did we get here so fast?” I love being a mother; my two crazies make me who I am.

I am a better me because of them. I am kinder, sweeter, more understanding to all in this world because of those two little souls. I think that by being their mother I came to understand that all humans are somebodies’ children; that person and that person, and that person, there – they were all someone’s baby at some point and that makes me love them too.

My flower has tested my patience in ways that my easy-going sweet boy never did. She will stamp her feet and scrunch up her sweet little face when she doesn’t get her way. She is very, very vocal and has no problem expressing her opinions. She is the willful child, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. She is mine and I am hers. I love her with a fierceness that amazes me every day, and I can loathe her shrill scream with the same amount of emotion. Her big brother has shown a vast amount of patience with his little sister (nicknamed the “mass destroyer”), she tests him constantly and he always proves his love to her. He is her knight in shining armor.

She is a princess warrior, ballet dancer, ice queen, bratty little sister, waking her parents up in the middle of the night – precious little flower. She loves to dance, dance, dance and sing at the very, very top of her lungs. She is obsessed with the latest Disney stars and already begs for BOP magazine at the grocery store (Lord, help me). She can play for hours by herself – her imagination a colorful, swirling live being, loves her puppy dog, and her daddy is her hero. She loves with everything in her tiny little body and we couldn’t love her any more than we do. Happy Birthday to my sweet, sweet girl.


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