It’s Memory Lane Monday!
I confess, I am getting a little sentimental with Rosie’s big birthday looming. I can’t believe she’s going to be a teenager next week. I wrote this blog on the KC Star’s mom2mom site on the eve of her eight birthday. I was already experiencing some of my pink princesses independence and could see a glimpse of the future. While lots has changed, some things remain- Rosie still dances everywhere she goes, loves pink and is a true delight. She is still magical.
I’m amazed that you’re turning eight. You are becoming such a little lady. It hit me yesterday as I arrived to pick you up at school. I could see you from the car while you were on the monkey bars. Your strawberry hair waved crazy in the sun. You didn’t see me at first and I watched from afar. You appeared to dance across the playground. With each laugh, your head tossed back, long hair flying. Just then, it hit me that you were becoming your own little person with so much joy inside. And, while I was proud of the happy, beautiful creature you’ve become, I was little bit sad. I began to think that our days of pink, princesses and magic may soon be over.
When your Daddy and I were trying to have you, I wasn’t quite sure that I was cut out for the whole Mommy thing. All I knew was that I wanted to take all the good qualities of both of us and roll them into one person. Of course, we never discussed that you would get all our traits. So, as you came out of my tummy a fighter and stayed stubborn, I knew then that you had a lot of both of us in you and looked forward to see who you’d become.
Sitting here at eight, I still see that girl that can conquer the world and can draw a line in the sand if it’s not her way. But, I’m amazed that you can compromise and make outstanding choices on your own. You’ve learned to play fair and demonstrate teamwork. You are a diplomat. I am impressed by you.
I find you to be a beautiful, magical creature. I love how free you are to express yourself. How creative you are and the impact that has on your view of the world. How life to you is one big dance number and you spend most of it on the tips of your toes. There is joy in your voice when you sing. And the expressions on your face make me melt.
I consistently hear from others what a delight you are. Your teachers describe you as a leader. At dance, I hear how expressive you are. And I watch you and see that you are taking all that life has to offer and breathing it in every day. I enjoy spending time with you and I’ve decided that I was cut out for this Mommy thing all along. You bring me so much joy.
As I dropped you at dance tonight, you ran into class without giving me a kiss. For a fleeting moment I thought, this is it once again–the end of the little girl magic. As you got in the room, you laughed, danced across the floor and came to a complete stop. You turned around and ran back to me. Hair flying wildly, you leapt back my way blowing kisses. A gorgeous vision dressed from head to toe in pink. And I realized that you will always be my princess. And that there will always be magic.
All my love,
Mama
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