Today it’s my oldest daughters 8th birthday.
Eight years ago today I set forth on the amazing journey that I like to call Mommydom. She is the most amazing of little girls and I’m so blessed. Because it’s her birthday I’m going to take a moment to gush over my beautiful daughter.
Not only is she beautiful with red hair and freckles but she’s kind. Last year her first grade teacher told me that she is the kindest first grader that she has ever met. My daughter is also very smart. Last year she would help her classmates who were struggling with how to spell a word or working on their math. I told her then that I knew that she was smart and that didn’t make me as proud as hearing how kind she was. She is in 2nd grade now and reads at least at a 5th grade level although she’s currently reading a book on Rosa Parks that is rated at 7th grade.
She’s also an amazing pianist. She started lessons early at the age of 5. She was the youngest that her piano teacher has ever taught. She has a natural ability to read music and know her notes that her teacher says is beyond that of some of her oldest students.
She is loving. She loves her little sisters so very much. Even though they are 6 years a part they play together and her little sister looks up to her. Her little sister wakes up first every morning and the first thing she will say is, “Sissy up?”.
She reads books to her little sister, comforts her when she is crying (even when she’s in trouble she reassures her “Mommy still loves you”, even if her little sister is in trouble for pulling her own hair). She is sensitive and empathetic. I’m so proud of her and couldn’t be luckier in the Mommy department. She has been a blessing to me in so many ways, she has given me strength when I have needed it and she has taught me the true meaning of selfless love.
This morning the littlest munchkin and I woke up early and made muffins and woke up the birthday girl with a candle in a muffin. I sang “Happy Birthday” and the little one threw herself on the floor crying because I think she thought she wasn’t going to get a muffin. I guess I should have brought in two muffins. It was all rectified though when the girls went to the table to eat their muffins together. The little one in her best 20 month old way sang “Happy Birthday Sissy” to her sister over and over while they both ate their muffins.
Being a single Mom isn’t easy. No matter what you have going for you. I’m blessed though and I’m thankful for those blessings each and every day.
Lesson I Learned This Morning: If you put a candle in a warm muffin the wax will melt off the candle and into the warm muffin let the muffin cool before placing a birthday candle inside of it!
