How is this possible? I know there is just no way I am old enough to have my youngest child be in Middle School and going to Young Women's....but we got it all in a big double whammy...as I registered her for middle school one day and took her to Young Women's the next. Some days I still ACT like I'm twelve...how can I possibly be the mother of one?!
Yesterday I took her to lunch and to get her ears pierced...she's been waiting awhile since I told her she couldn't do it until she was twelve. She was very nervous, but she did great. Little tiny earrings on little tiny ears.
I remember all too well when I found out I was going to have another baby...(no, I am NOT pregnant--I'm talking about Savannah) It was a horrible, no good, very bad day. I had three kids that were ALL still in diapers, and I had firmly stated that I would NOT be having ANY MORE babies until two of them were toilet trained. Add to that the fact that I had just got done losing 45 pounds. So let's just say I wasn't at all happy. (I feel really bad for people that can't have babies or have a difficult time getting pregnant, but I'm sorry, I just can't relate in any way.) Patrick, on the other hand, was thrilled (I spent about 4 months being mad at him for being happy--he just wouldn't wipe the stupid grin off his face and I was in NO MOOD for all that happiness.) Even after we had the ultrasound and found out we were having a girl I was still crying in the parking lot (while Patrick stood there grinning--he's lucky he didn't get punched in the face). Now, looking back, I can't imagine life without her. And I'm glad she's not younger, because she and Dylan are good friends and that probably wouldn't be the case if she wasn't so close in age.
BUT... I am very sad that she is growing up so fast. She is still tiny, and I know that it bothers her that she's so small because she wants to buy clothes in the Junior Department and high heels and they just don't make them in her size. But I am grateful that she is small so I can pretend she is still my baby (and continue to shop for her in the little girl's stuff). But the size of her body is the ONLY way that she is small...in every other way she is very grown up. She loves to help me cook, clean up (ok...not all the time, but sometimes...she even made job charts for everyone--the boys were NOT happy about it) and she plays so cute with the little kids on the street that she will be a TERRIFIC babysitter. She is conscientious of those around her and very thoughtful. I remember coming home one day and she had noticed that Braden was scratching his hand, so she'd put lotion on him....That's just the kind of sweet girl she is. Plus she gets along with just about everybody. She's outgoing and wants to take voice lessons and she's anxious to take theater next year (she didn't get this from me...)
Sometimes I complain because she's moody and emotional (duh...she's a GIRL) and she can be downright snotty when she wants to be. I expect that it might get worse before it gets better...after all, our next step takes us into the teens. But then I remember...weren't we ALL moody, emotional, and snotty when we were that age? I like to think I'm not as bad as I used to be...so I'm sure she will grow out of it too. And by the way, did I mention she's boy crazy? Heaven help me...it's going to be a bumpy ride...
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