To my baby girl…

I know, I know, you’re not a baby.  You wear underwear and everything and you’re almost 4!

But I remember sitting on the couch 4 years ago tonight, anxious to meet you the next day.  And I remember holding you in my arms for the first time, just like it was yesterday.

So I am sorry to have to tell you this, but you will forever be my baby.

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You know that I love to cuddle with you, hear you sing, watch you dance, hear you tell me “I’m just messin with ya!” and watch you be an “art worker”.  You also know that you infuriate me and drive me crazy.

But what you don’t know is that when I look at you, I am in awe:

  • I admire your strength.  You fall down and get right back up.  You don’t let other people stand in your way or upset you.  When you want something, you go out and grab it.
  • You’re so damned cute!
  • You give 110% to everything that you do, whether you are laughing or drawing a picture or throwing a fit.
  • You don’t make acquaintances, you make friends…everywhere you go.  You are out-going and friendly and you open your heart to new people without a second thought.  I can’t count the number of times you have invited strangers over to our house, because they were your new best friend.
  • You have a confidence I envy.
  • You have a way of being tough as nails and super gentle all at the same time.
  • You find a way to make things work the way you want them to, regardless of the obstacles you face.  My first indication of this was when you were about 13 months old.  You kept trying to put your head on a pillow on the floor, but Danny was insistent that the pillows be in a very tall pile, one that went over your head.  Every time you stole away a pillow to lie on, he would take it and put it back on top of the pile.  After a few minutes of this, you stopped, left the pile, grabbed a stool, dragged it over to the pillow pile (all by yourself), climbed on the stool until you stood above the pillow pile and lied down on top of it.

It was then that I knew that you were going to take life by the balls take charge of your life and make it work for you.

I look forward to watching you grow up into the amazing woman I know you will be, but remember you will always be my baby and I will forever reserve the right to kiss the tip of your nose or squeeze your cheeks.

I love you more than you know!  Happy birthday Sweets!

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Mother’s Day Musings

So* I came home for a day and a half between business trips to spend a day and a half with the kids.  Luckily for me, that day just happened to be Mother’s Day.  (Un)luckily for you, I am about get mushy.  Feel free to stop reading now and wait for a post more reflective of my usual snark and sarcasm!

But one thing became abundantly clear to me in this day and a half – since I have had kids, I have become one of those people who appreciates the little moments in life.  I think that may be my favorite part of being a mommy, how my kids can create these instances when I stop and just feel lucky to be me, living the life that I lead, even if it’s just for a second.

Just a sampling of things that made me smile and feel lucky this weekend:img_0018

  • The freckle on Danny’s nose
  • Waking up to a warm hand (or even a warm foot) on my shoulder in the morning.  I swear Samantha has a tiny furnace hidden in her body somewhere, and she is all about sharing the heat.
  • Being reminded that Danny is just like me – the boy cannot keep a secret.  His Daddy was reminding him that they had a special mother’s day errand to run bright and early.  Danny said yes, “We have to go out early and get things to make…..uh, dinner” with an exaggerated wink and big toothless grin.  Way to keep that special breakfast a secret, kid!
  • Listening to Samantha enthusiastically cheer “Go baseball, go!  I knew you could do it!!” at the LI Ducks game.
  • Hearing Danny sing “I’m a nineties chick!” with such conviction and knowing he has absolutely no idea what that could possibly mean.
  • Enjoying a long, relaxing shower only to look at the bathroom door to see that Samantha slid a collection of drawings under the door to surprise me
  • Danny doing the chicken dance, shaking his butt like only he can (or can’t as the case may be)
  • Watching my girl fling herself on a barstool and order a chocolate milk as confidently as if it was a dry martini

Thanks for the moments, kids!   I can only hope you feel 1/8th as lucky to have me as a mommy, as I do to be your mommy!

 

*I wonder what my high school English teachers would say about my habit of starting blog posts with the word “so”, like we are mid-conversation.  I am going to claim it is a hallmark of my signature style, especially since I often start conversations in the middle as well.