This little lady – my baby girl – is turning five. I’m not sure if there is a mother out there who doesn’t slightly mourn the baby that their child once was. On her birthday (and other days, of course) I take time to remember how we used to sooth her to sleep by gently dancing with her in our arms. How she felt, snuggled up to my neck, or bobbing around on my hip when she was too tired to walk. Her baby giggle echoes in my ears, as does the sound of her calling herself “Ya Ya”, her sister “Tay Tay” and her favorite doll “Wawa”.
All of those precious memories are still raw and pure and make my heart overflow. I love them and I love thinking about them. Yet, I also delight in the little girl she is today.
Often the first one up in the morning, she goes to the kitchen and one-by-one, gathers things for a bowl of cereal. We hear the pitter patter of her lugging the big cereal box to the table, then the bowl, then her favorite spoon (the pink & green one) and finally the milk. She is self-sufficient when it comes to food – for most other things she gladly plays the “baby-card”, insisting she needs help getting dressed, brushing her teeth, picking up toys…
She is wiser and more mature than she realizes. She calls different countries “different worlds” – I suppose to the eyes of a child, they may as well be. She has been to 11 “different worlds” in her 5 years. Her best friends are from Portugal, Austria, Denmark and Azerbaijan. She is quick with numbers and quicker with wit. She disregards fashion, but will let you know if her socks are not straight.
Affectionately, she still climbs up in our laps, even as her now long, lanky limbs fold underneath her. She often exudes energy, bouncing up and down while she asks if she can help with dinner. With an unyielding admiration for her big sis, she listens patiently to early-reader books or on instructions of how to “properly” draw a princess. Always happy to have her sister’s undivided attention. She’s a dancer and a puppeteer, performing for us, making us laugh, reminding us that “silly” is the best kind of funny.
This girl. She is loved.
Happy 5th Birthday Dahlia June. The sky’s the limit for you. Dream big little girl.
(This, and a few more words, saved just-for-her, will go in her Birthday Letter Satchel. A tradition we have of writing a letter to each child on their birthday, in an attempt to capture their present spirit.)