You turned 8 yesterday! What?!
My smart girl, you have had all E’s (the equivalent of A’s) in every class from Kindergarten through second grade. You have been selected for your school’s gifted program this year, and you are excited about new challenges. You adore a special project. You and one of your best friends had a blast learning everything you could about cheetahs last Spring. There was a lot of potential for upheaval--your class had three different teachers over the course of the year! You worried before each transition, but adjusted amazingly well each time. Third grade should be a breeze in comparison!
As you get older, you become more concerned with defining who you are. You ask me a lot, “Mom, am I a tomboy or a girly-girl?” You always hope I'll say "tomboy," but really you defy such pigeonholing! You love roller skating, running fast, and playing video games, particularly Minecraft and any video game involving virtual pets. You like Monster High dolls, fart jokes, jumping off furniture, riding roller coasters, catching slugs and bugs, and making crafts. You HATE to lose, and there are often tears when you come up short, whether it’s a foot race or a game of Old Maid.
You played softball last spring, and we were so proud--you practiced hard and learned a lot, and became a very valuable contributor to your team. It took my breath away to watch you out there. Your grandparents just gave you your first set of golf clubs. You are excited to try a new sport!
You continue to make friends easily, but getting older also means you are becoming more concerned about what other people think of you. As a former sensitive little girl and current big sensitive lady, I get a catch in my throat when I see you get self-conscious, but I am also inspired that overall, you like what you like, unapologetically. Don’t let that change! My girl, I want you to know from the core of your being that you are brilliant, strong, beautiful, and one-of-a-kind.I get so many compliments about how sweet and smart you are.
When you are going through a rough patch—an argument with a friend, sibling annoyances, school-age slights—you often ask me, “Did that ever happen to you?” And it all did, of course, and hearing my stories seems to make you feel better. (So good to know all the "character building" I went through as a kid is finally serving a purpose!) Believe me, there’s much more where that came from. I have a full arsenal of awkward middle and high school stories just waiting for you!
I love spending time with you, and I am so happy that you still don’t mind hanging out with your mom. You even told me one night this week when we were working on a project in my craft room, “Mom, I like being out here with you.” And THEN, you proceeded to safety pin some fabric together like a master. My heart grew two sizes that day--and every day that I have the privilege of being your mom. Happy birthday, sweet girl.