Dear Mercedes,
Today marks your sixth birthday – six years seems like an
eternity in the day-to-day monotony of parenting… bathroom breaks and bad
dreams and snack-fetching and lunch-making and never-ending-illness… But it
also flew by in a flash of course. It seems to me that one day you were a
helpless little nugget, relying almost solely on me for food, shelter, love and
protection; and now you are a confident, independent, reading, walking,
talking, sentient being. It amazes me how much you know and how quickly you
learn; I love hearing about the new things you discover at school, and
listening to the cheesy jokes you tell us. I love watching you find your
footing as a reader and a writer – practicing your spelling, sounding out
words, teaching me the meaning of the ever-important ellipsis. I love snuggling
with you in your bed after you are all tucked in, while you tell me your grand
plans for the next day, gesturing wildly with your hands (which I am sure you’ve
learned from your mother). I love seeing your careful consideration when it
comes to picking out clothes, or snacks, or how you detail EXACTLY what you
want in your lunch bag the next day (always being mindful to include healthy
fruits and vegetables!). I love watching you play with your siblings – making up
elaborate, imaginative games with Lexi and being ever-patient of your
rough-and-tumble brother (who happens to think the sun rises and sets on his ‘Cedes).
I am so proud of the wonderful little person you are and can’t
wait to see what your very bright future holds. Thank you for making me a
mother, and for teaching me more about myself and love and life than I ever
thought possible.
Happy Birthday Shmeecee!
Love,
Mama
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