3rd Anniversary of a Royal Birth

In the previous post, On This Day an Angel Was Born..., I referred to the letter I wrote to my little angel for her third birthday. The letter is below...

Dear Daughter,

This past year has been filled with so much change. There has also been quite a bit of change from one day to the next my sweet little 3 year old.

You and the potty have become best friends as you've conquered the throne. Occasionally, when you go into the bathroom to handle your business, you climb onto the porcelain throne, and point to the threshold of the bathroom as you say "Go, mommy. Go." This most often occurs when the business that needs handling is solid rather than liquid. Regardless, apparently, even a 3 year old needs her bathroom privacy.

You can now count to fifteen and you are able to name all the letters of the alphabet upon sight. Your counting is adorable because fourteen comes after thirteen and before thirteen, and sometimes fifteen never comes at all. With the letter recognition, you confuse N and M, which is completely understandable, but you still do a very good job.

Now, on to your more interesting traits...

Rather than plain old wrestling, you and I alternate "biting" each other. "Biting" is in quotes, because I nibble on you playfully with my lips covering my teeth, so that my teeth don't come in contact with you at all. I also merely put your tiny arm or leg in my mouth. I don't actually apply force. When I do it, you laugh whole-heartedly, and it's sooooo awesome. It's like I'm tickling you! You, on the other hand, haven't caught on to the fact that I'm covering my teeth with my lips, and you literally bite me, then laugh. You don't do it with any force, so it's still very funny.

You've finally began to understand that tooting (as in flatulence) makes a pretty funny sound when it comes out, and it smells pretty darn terrible 90% of the time. These days, you giggle when you toot, and sometimes follow that initial toot up with several more, each accompanied by adorable little giggles. Once the fragrance of all that hits your nose, you say "That doesn't smell nice, mommy." To which I'd love to say "No shit, Sherlock" as a joke, lol, but I can't use that type of language with my princess.

Sweetheart, we share so many special moments. One example occurred a few nights ago. I was sitting on the floor gathering books for a bedtime story, and you walked over, placed your arm around my neck like we were old buddies, and said "Mommy, you're my best friend." I wanted to cry, because I felt so special in that moment.

You're a very sweet, kind, and compassionate toddler, and the empathy in which you operate astounds me at times. If you see me yawn or lying down, you ask me if I'm tired. If you see me laugh, you ask me what's "laughing" instead of what's "funny". You're always concerned with what I'm doing and how I'm feeling, and I love it.

This past year, I've gotten to see you really develop a personality that's full of love and kindness, but refuses to be a push-over. Even though you're a petite toddler, your attitude doesn't reflect it. You walk and talk like you're 6 feet tall, and it's adorable.

I appreciate your capacity to demand what you want, although we're still working on you understanding that you can't always have things your way.

I love you dearly, and look forward to you continuing to develop emotionally, socially, academically, and behaviorally. Being your mother has been a richly rewarding experience thus far, and I look forward to continuing to cultivate and guide you to becoming the woman you're intended to become.

Love Always,
Mom

On This Day an Angel was Born...

Hi!

I've been really busy lately with writing my manuscript and planning my daughter's 3rd (but actually her very first) birthday party.

This was actually the very first party I've ever thrown, so there were definitely a few hiccups.

My little lady seemed to have such a great time, and that's all that mattered to me. Several of her little daycare friends came, and even her daycare teachers. She was in homecare up until she turned 2 years old, and her homecare nanny was also present.

I was overwhelmed at the turn-out, and was beyond appreciative of all the love that was shown on her special day. It was great to see people from the daycare, friends from the university I attend, family members, and parents of her friends, all socializing.

Her last birthday, I started this tradition, where I write her a little letter. There will be one letter each birthday. On her 18th birthday, I'll combine the letters into a book, so she can see how she's evolved and grown over time through mommy's eyes. [I'm literally tearing up just thinking of it.]

My next post will be my letter to my daughter on her 3rd birthday.

Following that, I'll expand on some of the points mentioned in the State of the Blogger Address I posted several weeks ago.

Stay tuned! :-)

Happy Birthday to Whom?

Just imagine with me…

You just woke up, and you just feel like today is going to be a wonderful day.

You roll out of bed and get fresh and clean for the day.

Your hair looks nice, and you smell extra good, because today is a special day.

Your cell phone rings. It’s your mom, and she wishes you a happy birthday.

Of course, it’s your birthday.

You expect this day to be special.

Now imagine that it’s a weekday, so you have obligations.

Your day has already been scripted. You only have left to follow that script that has been designed just for you.

You already know that so many people will call, text, and send you messages on facebook to remind you of how loved you are on your special day.


It’s 2 o’clock in the afternoon.

The day is flying by.

Your agenda had already warned you that it would be an oddly busy day.

Upon checking your phone, you learn that no one has called, neither has anyone sent you any text messages.

“Maybe they’ll call later” you convince yourself.

Everyone is obviously just as busy as you are.

There’s nothing wrong with that.

They’ll catch up with me later.


It’s 6 o’clock in the evening.

Your day is pretty much done in the way of obligations, and now its time to have fun.

You call your friends to see what type of mischief you all can get into that evening.

Each person you call already has plans!

What friends these are.

Your family members didn’t even leave free time in their schedules to spend with you.


It’s 9:45 at night.

You’re not really sleepy or tired, but there isn’t much else to do, but watch tv and go to be.

You decide to retire early, somberly disappointed by all the people that you thought cared about you, that let you down on the one day a year that you feel that you deserve at least a little attention.

How would you feel?


Now, think about all the Christmases you’ve celebrated.

Not only do we neglect to acknowledge December 25th as the Lord’s special day, but we even go as far as to exchange presents with friends and family members on this day.

Imagine how God must feel.

He may get a ‘Thank you’ or an ‘I love you’ but is that all He deserves on a day that is supposed to celebrate Him and His precious Son?


Let’s make this holiday season different from all the others.

Let’s use this time to bless God by showing love to those who are less fortunate.

There are children and families all over the world who can’t afford to be selfish over the holidays, because they don’t have the resources to do so.


Remember them.


In addition to blessing those who really only need prayer and love, bless those who can truly benefit from the fruit of your labor.


Have a wonderful holiday season of showing love and blessing those who are not as financially stable as you and your family.


Leviticus 23:22 Deuteronomy 15:11 Luke 14:12-14 Luke 12:33