Six was tough on me. It feels the same as when your newborn baby turns one month old and you notice they forgot how to curl up like they did in the womb. Their feet no longer curve to their body. Their legs are stretched out as far as they can go... growing...growing...growing... and not stopping anytime soon. It was as hard as the day you noticed the bubbles on their toes are gone from months of walking. It was as hard as the first time she was left with her grandparents...wondering if she thought we abandoned her. It was that hard.
Well, it happened. She's six now. There's no turning back. I remember sitting in the hospital bed. My family and closest friends surrounding us. My husband leaning over me and gazing down at her. I lost it when he whispered to her "Thanks for making me Dad." She was such a beautiful newborn. She had the biggest green eyes that were so alert and so curious. She found her thumb and nursed it. Since that day she has taken on the world by storm.
You know that expression, "She lights up the room." well, she really does. Everywhere we go someone is excited to see her! She's a good friend with a beautiful soul. She cares about all lives. She is cautious but brave. She is adventurous but sticks close to home. She's shy but opens up quickly and has a lot to say. She's reluctant to try new things, but tends to be good at most things. And when she's not, she gives it her all. She may shed a tear or two but she works hard and celebrates her accomplishments.
She loves a good adventure. Hiking is her favorite past-time. She wishes it was a sport you play at school. It's pretty cool to watch your child who looks just like her Daddy morph into a little you when it comes to personality. I'm so thankful her passions mirror mine. I can relate to her and build a strong relationship that way.
She has written books. So many books. Beautiful books with story lines and characters with feelings and traits. She's an amazing reader with the thirst to collect as many books and read as many books as she can. She doesn't care if it's beyond her level. She'll try it. Fearless.
There are so many things I love about her. Like the noise she makes when she's mad. It's a cross between a happy goose and an angry mother hen. It's a quick noise that makes us laugh and turns her mood around.
I'm proud of our girl. I pinch myself often wondering if I'm in a dream. Nope. This is real life.
All of us as parents are madly in love with beautiful beings, whom we made or were given. We get to take care of them and bless them with all of what life has to offer and watch them grow and experience amazing things. We are so lucky, aren't we?