Mar 12 2009
REFLECTIONS
Well I’m back. Haven’t really been on, no real reason other than I didn’t want to. If you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all. Or in this case, if you only have babble to write, write nothing at all. I wish more bloggers paid attention to that bit of advice.
My oldest child turned twelve years old yesterday, edging me further into middle age again. I thought I would share some tidbits with you about her, nothing too personal, and of course no picture of her. (So take that Mr. Pedophile).
My daughter is the miniature image of me, along with quite a bit of the attitude. She loves to be the boss, and I often remind her that I am the mother and not her. She’s been my little helper since she was a toddler and I had her younger brother. I remember on her second birthday when he was only 5 months old, I managed to catch her feeding him a bottle. When I asked her what she was doing, she replied “He was hungy mom, and you’re slow”. She also cut his hair when he was two and she was four, surprisingly he sat still for her, something he had yet to do for me.
She is my “girly girl”, loving pinks and purples as much as I cannot stand them. She hates wearing pants, and prefers her dresses and skirts (even in -10 degree weather). She is as bad in math as I always was, and yet has finally come to love reading as I do.
My daughter is the one thing that had me go from being a responsible young adult, to a very mature one. She helped teach me a bit of patience at a time when I had none, something she still does to this day. She’s more of a follower than I ever was, and we continue to work on that one daily.
We had a great day yesterday as we all went out for our traditional birthday dinner. The birthday person gets to pick where we eat, and no one gets to argue. We ended up going to Bob Evans, had a lovely dinner and a lot of laughs. It’s funny, no matter where we end up we always have quite a bit of laughter. Went around to some stores simply window shopping and we came home and looked at old photographs. As we were driving home, my daughter actually thanked me for a great birthday. I looked at her, told her she was welcome, and then told her that her maturity was showing.
Unfortunately said child is now home with a stomach bug, and of course today I bring home the ice cream cake. Hopefully she feels better by then. As much as I cannot stand scrap-booking, this blog will work perfectly for her to see just how much I do understand her, and love her more and more everyday. No matter how many times I yell, or she rolls her eyes and stomps her feet at me, she will always be my baby girl.
Happy birthday my child, I love you so very much.
