Wow. Do we really have a four year old? I know we have a new one on the way, but I still can’t believe that my first baby is 4 (or that my dog is almost 7). She’s an amazing, funny, passionate, imaginative, surly little thing, and for all her challenges, I wouldn’t trade her for the world. I’ve been grading some papers lately, and the high school seniors were asked to write about what love is. Their definitions, though they certainly evoked memories, focused solely on the only thing they can even fathom: romantic love.
What they don’t know, the big secret, is that as amazing as it is to find another person to love, and be loved by, your soul mate, or whatever you call it, is that the love a parent has for a child is even more amazing. And the love one develops for the partner who helps you create that child is so much stronger than it could have been without. A parent will truly step in front of a train for their child. Give up nearly everything for that child…make changes she never thought she’d make, and become a person she never knew she could. I have grown so much as a person in the last four years…I barely recognize myself (this is a good thing). Much as I’m always changing and evolving, I feel like I really know myself, who I am, and what I want to be when I grow up someday.
An amazing role model for an amazing girl (and her equally amazing little sibling to come).
And so, Peanut, mama loves you…more than you’ll know until you have babies someday. Happy Birthday little one.