My Littlest One turned my world around 8 years ago today. She didn’t want to come out, despite the fact that I was 50% effaced for 3 weeks and 3cm dilated. Every week the midwife would say she’s coming early I’ll see you in the hospital this week! Every week I’d see her back in her office, waddling my way down the hall, thinking that she would drop out any second because she was so low. But she didn’t come and she didn’t come until finally we decided to force her out in my 42nd week of pregnancy. Then she flew out like a canon!
Last year her 1st grade teacher asked for some early memories from the baby years. I didn’t have any to give! How incredibly sad is that??!! I enlisted my sister to search her memory banks. She didn’t have any memories of funny baby things either. I then remembered how Littlest took her time coming out of her shell. The Daughter really took up a lot of room on the stage and, being 4 years older, was very hard to compete with when language and gross motor skills haven’t formed much yet.
To this day Littlest often can be found stage left or stage right, allowing others to lead the show. Get that kid alone though and be prepared to laugh! Also be prepared to be surprised at her introspection and compassion for others. Her teachers call her a true friend to others. One even told me she was the Class Counselor. She has an imagination that is truly out of this world and is content with very simple things.
This year I asked her what she wanted for her birthday because people would be wanting suggestions. She could only come up with one answer….a Webkins. Then she looked at me and said “Mom, let’s not have presents. Let’s ask for donations instead and I’ll give them to people poorer than us”. She collected $50 for First Book….a literacy organization that provides books to families that aren’t able to buy them for themselves. Reading is Littlest’s all time favorite things. How incredibly wise of her to realize that we really do have everything we need and that more wouldn’t make her birthday any better than just the joy of turning 8.
My favorite thing about Littlest from the past year however, comes from a moment I didn’t even witness first-hand. She was visiting my sister in California and during a conversation while walking on the beach my sister asked her what her life motto is. Life Motto???? Are you kidding me???? I couldn’t even begin to articulate what my life motto would be! My then 7 year old, without skipping a beat, replied “Be Brave and Take Risks”. I guess my life motto should be…Listen to Your Kids!
Her favorite thing about the year? Finally pulling the booster seat out of the car! In our state 8 years or 80 pounds buys you a ticket to riding in the car like a Big Kid. We had a ceremony this morning including my rendition of the Bugle playing “Day is Done”.
Happy Birthday Littlest! You are my Joy!