Happy Birthday, Brooklyn! We love you more than words could ever describe.
First
Today, as we played outside, she disappeared inside for a while. Just when I was about to worry, she reappeared with three cups of water in hand and the proudest smile on her face. “I got us all water,” she said, glowing.
The other day, at 4pm, she asked to take a shower all by herself. At 4pm. It was important to her. I could tell. So I helped her get her stuff together, gave her a quick tutorial on how to wash her hair, and closed the door.
On Friday, she graduated from Kindergarten. My baby graduated from Kindergarten. I bought her a cross necklace as a small gift, and I was so afraid she wasn’t going to like it. It was just so simple. No sparkles, no frills, no pink.
She told me she loved it. And I know she meant it.
I don’t write about her much because I’m not sure it’s my place anymore. She’s been growing (up) so much lately. She feels so deeply and yet lives so freely…she’s complicated and words just won’t do her justice. She is truly the big sister, and I am convinced she is a big reason why God decided we were special enough to be blessed with Brooklyn.
I am so very proud of my baby. My first. Her Faith inspires me, her passion challenges me, and her smile reminds me of why this Mommy thing is the best thing I ever did.
I love you, Emma Kay. I see you reaching, stretching, finding your wings. And as much as my heart is aching, it is also beaming with pride and waiting to embrace you whenever you need catching.
To Not Forget
Confession time…
My girls do not have baby books. Well, Emma has one, but I think I spent one day filling it out when she was like 1 month old, and Kendall’s is totally empty and downstairs in the basement near the wrapping paper. (I think.)
And, well, poor Brooklyn didn’t stand a chance.
That was truly why I started this blog way back in 2005. I didn’t start it to become some celebrity blogger or get all sorts of free stuff (which is a good thing cuz none of those things even came close to happening); I started it because it was an online stat keeper, memory logger, and photo holder. But then I had Kendall and I realized that as much as I loved writing about my girls for fun, I couldn’t do it if it meant sacrificing the time I had with them.
Now I could get all noble and say that I purposely decided that experiencing life with my kids was more important than blogging about it, but really, the decision was more along the lines of I’m-totally-overwhelmed-with-this-mommy-thing-and-I-can’t-take-on-one-more-task-without-losing-my-mind.
But I’m starting to forget stuff. I can feel the little nuggets of cuteness, the stories — their stories — slipping away, and it scares me. Somewhere in the midst of “getting through the day,” they went from my babies to little ladies that are starting school, losing teeth, and spouting the word, “whatever.” And it’s not so much the milestones I’m afraid of missing, it’s what is sandwiched between the milestones. Those little moments that define them much more than any milestone ever will. Those moments that I know I will miss. Heck, I already miss them.
So, here is a list of random things I don’t want to forget. Things I remembered today and hope I will always remember, but just in case I don’t, I’ll have this nice little list as a reference. Maybe I’ll do this regularly – since these are clearly very short lists of the majorly cute things my girls do (a-hem!) – but I’m not making any promises. I like to keep you guys on your toes after all. (Translation: I never can seem to follow any sort of blogging schedule.)
So without further a-do, a random list of Forget-These-Not:
Emma
- The way she used to say “applepines” instead of “pineapples” (still not sure how she found out the correct word…)
- The way she narrates when she plays with any sort of figurines or Barbies (“Wait, Ken, wait,” she said, as she ran down the stairs.)
- That she read me an entire Fancy Nancy book at the age of 5 (and continues to blow me away every day)
- That she prayed for Brooklyn literally every day until she was born
- She lost her first tooth on April 25, 2011…when she should have been sleeping but instead was informing me that she and her sister were in fact not sleeping but were playing and she thought I should know
- The way she wraps her blankie around her head like a babushka every night before bed.
Kendall
- That she says “berry” instead of “very” (Our berry own Strawberry Shortcake.)
- She calls leprechauns “leppermens” (and will never be corrected by me…)
- Her opposing desires for all things action-packed and beautiful (i.e., she wants to either be a pirate or a ballerina for Halloween; would like her birthday theme to be cars; and wants Barbies and a pink or purple Power Ranger — the one with the dragon — for Christmas)
- How she needs to give me “a hug, a kiss, and a mah” before bed (which is followed by a few dozen “Let me tell you somefings”)
- That she reminds us to do the prayer bucket every day and loves to pray for other people (especially “the people in Japan”)
- The way she brought down the house at her Christmas program this year (The girl has moves!)
Brooklyn
- The wide goofy grin she gives me as soon as she’s done nursing
- The way she grips my “Mom” necklace like it’s her lifeline
- The giggly cry that tells me I must hold her N-O-W!!
- The way she lights up when she sees her Daddy or her sisters
- Her pink blanket that is now her trademark at Children’s Memorial (Just ask any nurse…)
- That it only takes that very blankie, a few snuggles, and the chorus of “Here I Am to Worship” to get those eyes ready for dreamland
Foto Friday: The Best Gift Ever
So we have been celebrating a ton of birthdays in our family this past month. In a 2-week period, we had 5 birthdays: Jeff’s, my brother-in-law’s, Kendall’s, my nephew’s, and mine. And that’s not even getting into extended family.
But I have to say that out of everyone, I got the best gift — by far.
Every few weeks, Emma’s wonderful preschool likes to have the kids put on little “performances” at the end of class for the parents. This past Friday, my birthday, was one of those “performance” days. Emma had been learning about family all week long, making family trees, talking about God’s role in our families, and even making chocolate chip cookies for our little family. Her teacher kept telling us the kids had something extra special to give us on Friday. Better than chocolate chip cookies?!
Yes. Better than chocolate chip cookies.
When the parents walked into the room on Friday, we saw this:
Our precious little ones were wrapped up in wrapping paper they decorated. The gift tag read, “To My Family. From God.”
Through my tears, I saw 10 sweet little faces, patiently waiting for their Mommy or Daddy to unwrap their special gift. I walked over to Emma and gratefully “opened” her. In the background, I could hear the teacher telling our children that they were made special by God for our family. Each one of them was precious and individual and handmade by God our Father. I hugged Emma tight and told her I loved her as many times as I could.
I thank God for my children more times than I can count, but in that moment, it was different. It was a physical reminder that this precious little person was something entrusted to me by God. His child in my arms. It took me 27 years to get that gift, and I am going to spend the rest of my life making sure I get to enjoy her — and my other precious gift — for eternity.
What a blessing. Two years ago, I spent my birthday in a hospital bed, thanking God that I was alive. This year, He reminded me why I am alive.
Thank you, God.