Last night you feel asleep on the way home, and I had the joy of carrying you up to your room while you still slept. It hit me then how much you have grown. My baby girl is really a little girl. A little girl with a mind of her own. Always changing your clothes and shoes like you live in a perpetual rock concert with dozens of costume changes. I love (and despise sometimes) that you have such strong opinions about what you want to wear.
And you are so smart. And always asking questions and why and how and why again. Last night we saw a young man play guitar with his feet because he was born with no arms. And you asked, how does he drive? That's a great question and one we didn't know how to answer except that maybe he had someone to drive him around. That seemed to satisfy you for a moment.
You also don't forget a thing, which is probably why you remember the Scripture verses we're learning before I do and also why I have to be very careful what I commit to and tell you in case it doesn't happen or I forget. You hold me to my word. You have also given me many more reasons to pray and ask God to calm me down. Your sassyness and refusal to do things does not bode well in our home, so we are learning how to manage that. We are learning patience, and you are learning what's appropriate. Lord, help me on those days when I can't seem to hold it all together and want to run and hide in the closet!
I do love being your Momma, sweet girl. You make me laugh with your endless dancing and songs you make up about animals and people you've never met. I just wanted to tell you that I think you're great, and I am proud to be your Momma. Even on the hard days.
-Momma
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