February 6, 2012

We didn’t have a party for her. But I wanted this day to be special. I did this last night – just pulled up some photos from Flickr, printed them on bond paper and hung them on a string. When she woke up, she was so happy! Her prayer tonight, “Dear Papa Jesus. Thank you for my family. From the time I woke up, I felt the love from them. And also my friends and my teachers.”
Darling Sophia,
Has it already been 9 years? Or only 9 years? It’s like you were just born yesterday. I still see you as that precious little newborn that I just gave birth to. But I feel like I’ve known you my entire life.
Everything about you is wonderful. Your gentle soul. Your passion for the earth. Your intense curiosity about the world around you. The “Peace Club” you established. Your sensitivity towards your friends. Your non-stop questions. Your interest in science and art. Your coolness about rock concerts and broadway musicals. That you love Taylor Swift and you’re over Michael Jackson. That you read a bit of the classics like Anne of Green Gables and enjoy popular series like Geronimo Stilton and Magic Tree House. That you like age-appropriate magazines like Total Girl and that you create your own books and “magazines” with your sisters. That you don’t know local celebrities and remain unaffected by that world. That you are determined to be a good ice skater and you never give up on what you want.
I am proud of everything you are and everything you do. I am excited about the gazillion things you want to become when you grow up. And I am touched by your humility – that you never want to show off. But it’s time you share your talent.
You’re a good girl. Please stay a good girl. We have four more years before you become a teenager. Walk me through it. Don’t sprint. Hold my hand, always.
Happy birthday, Sophia. Don’t grow up too fast, Little One.
Mom.
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