If you’ve been reading my blog for a while you’d know that I’m the biggest birthday party procrastinator. This year wasn’t different. I hosted a simple joint birthday party for Lily and Stella over the weekend. Lily turned 6 on Sunday. I owe her a birthday story.
Today is Stella’s 3rd birthday. And before I get totally buried under all the delayed posts, here’s my little birthday post for the youngest one.
I wrote this when Stella turned one year old.
My friends ask me what it’s like to have three children. I never know how to answer. Yes it’s harder in the sense that you have to be in three places at one time. It’s hard to imagine if you only have one kid. But it’s true that the heart just grows bigger and bigger; and there’s more than enough love to go around.
I thought life was already perfect when we had two daughters. We renovated our house. Gave them their dream bedroom with two single beds with perfect canopies. Everything was set for the next ten years, at least, in terms of growing up in the house. Til one heartbeat rocked our world.
Stella, my petite and gentle rabbit, born a Leo. You are the great equalizer of this home. Because of you, we all have a place and purpose in this family. You are awesome in everything you do. My only kid with eight teeth before turning one. And the earliest one to walk. I don’t even want you to wear shoes yet, and you’re trying to walk. Baby rabbit, like I always tell your Ates, please do not grow up too fast. This family has a lot of adventures. But we also like to take things slow. I smell your toes every night. I inhale your breath every morning. I know one day they will smell differently. You’re my gentle rabbit. And to say I love you is an understatement.
Life was already perfect. And then it got even more perfect. The best gift came. Another daughter… whose name also had to be a flower but also a star. The love overflowed. And she fit right into our home and our hearts.
Stella, I can’t believe you are now three years old. This morning you proudly showed me your age in three fingers. But the fourth finger kept popping up so you used your other hand to hold it down. You have this unique position in the family of being everybody’s baby. We, your parents and Ates, are responsible for taking care of you for the rest of your life. It’s funny that though you’re the smallest, you seem to be the one who has the loudest voice, literally and figuratively.
I want you to know that since the day you were born, you have been addicted to mommy’s skin – particularly the crack in my elbow/arm which you fondly call “kili-kili”. Haha. I know this is your way of finding comfort and security. Know that I want to always be with you to be your protector and source of comfort. I love seeing you dance and play with your big sisters every night before bed. I’m sorry that we skipped nursery rhymes and kiddie songs. But you seem to have done a great job mastering Call Me Maybe, Dancing Queen, Edge of Glory and your first favourite Single Ladies. You are my daily reminder of what is truly important, most especially when you look at me and say, “Mommy, play with me.”
Stelly Belly, my ube monster, don’t grow up too fast. Allow me savour every single day of your preschool life – your tight hugs, your crazy curls, your dominant teeth and the many striped dimples across your cheeks when you smile.
Happy third birthday, Stella.