Upon her birth, I transformed from being a confident, self-reliant professional woman into a blathering mess of hormones. I cried at the thought of leaving her at daycare. I cried at the thought of NOT leaving her at daycare. I wailed through her entire first bath, which, incidentally, is a big part of the reason Mr. W. does 99% of the girls' baths. I finally programmed my mother's phone number into speed dial. I began comparing all babies to mine frantically hoping that this little bundle of joy was normal. When she was slow to meet a milestone, I worried. When she was quick to meet a mileston, I worried. It was an amazing trial by fire, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
S. is a fabulous kid. She is showing signs of maturity and compassion that I thought may never materialize as we waded through the terrible twos only to be greeted with the even worse threes. Her imagination blows me away. She is in a constant state of playing pretend. Her latest story is that she is a hamster mommy and has a hamster baby in her tummy. Just yesterday, she announced she was a friendly alligator
I love you S., and I pray that you continue to grow in mind, body and spirit!
M.W.
3 comments:
Yay, happy birthday! (BTW, I so agree on the "even worse threes"!)
Happy Birthday, S!!!!! She is a sweet thing, Mrs. W.
Teresa
Happy Birthday, S! With much love from me and the Monkey Man!
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