My Sofia Story, Part 1
Your first birthday fast approaches…14 days away as of this writing. Somehow the first year of my sweet baby girl’s life has gone so very very fast. It is the true injustice of motherhood, how fast time flies. It feels like only yesterday I was so anxious to meet you, to end the trial and joy that was your pregnancy. Yet here you are, a toddler, doing things that only a year ago were just daydreams in my mind of a future yet unwritten…a future with my daughter.
I can’t help but think of what your life might be like when you’re older, just as I do with your brothers. But with you, it’s different. Probably because I was once a little girl too…probably because someday you’ll be a woman…and I have some idea of what you’ll go through as a growing girl and grown woman someday. Definitely because you are my youngest and last child ever…and every day with you is a tiny bit more precious than the last. Not enough to be measurable, just that with the passing of time, the grip of your tiny fingers around my heart grows stronger and bigger, just like you do. With every smile you sink deeper into my soul, with every tear you claim a bigger piece of my heart.
I love watching your daddy with you. It’s funny, how we are as parents with our children of different genders. Daddy watches over you in a fiercely protective way, that will only grow more and more so as you get older, more beautiful, and more mischievous. Just as I want to keep Gregory and Nicholas my little boys forever, daddy wants to keep you his little girl…innocent and small in his arms. While I have the same desire to keep you safe and little, I know that you’ll need to learn so much to be a woman, and a mother, a wife, if you so choose those paths. Just like daddy knows he has to teach Greg and Nicky how to be men. So when we clash, as we WILL do, remember that I’m only always thinking of your future, your happiness, your security.
But for now, you are my almost-year-old baby girl. You have a joy and beauty about you that is almost indescribable. It’s not your locks of midnight hair or your huge, sparkling eyes. It’s not your perfect little face, or the silly way you walk, it’s not even the way you reach up to me and ask me to pick you up with those two tiny grabbing hands…it’s who you are inside, the personality that grows more complex and intriguing every day. Knowing that there’s a little bit of me, and a little bit of daddy in there…and mostly a little bit of who is just simply our Fia making you the most beautiful, lovable, precious baby girl that ever was.
Happy Birthday, My Sofia. You are the sweetest way for me to learn even more about being a mother.
I can’t help but think of what your life might be like when you’re older, just as I do with your brothers. But with you, it’s different. Probably because I was once a little girl too…probably because someday you’ll be a woman…and I have some idea of what you’ll go through as a growing girl and grown woman someday. Definitely because you are my youngest and last child ever…and every day with you is a tiny bit more precious than the last. Not enough to be measurable, just that with the passing of time, the grip of your tiny fingers around my heart grows stronger and bigger, just like you do. With every smile you sink deeper into my soul, with every tear you claim a bigger piece of my heart.
I love watching your daddy with you. It’s funny, how we are as parents with our children of different genders. Daddy watches over you in a fiercely protective way, that will only grow more and more so as you get older, more beautiful, and more mischievous. Just as I want to keep Gregory and Nicholas my little boys forever, daddy wants to keep you his little girl…innocent and small in his arms. While I have the same desire to keep you safe and little, I know that you’ll need to learn so much to be a woman, and a mother, a wife, if you so choose those paths. Just like daddy knows he has to teach Greg and Nicky how to be men. So when we clash, as we WILL do, remember that I’m only always thinking of your future, your happiness, your security.
But for now, you are my almost-year-old baby girl. You have a joy and beauty about you that is almost indescribable. It’s not your locks of midnight hair or your huge, sparkling eyes. It’s not your perfect little face, or the silly way you walk, it’s not even the way you reach up to me and ask me to pick you up with those two tiny grabbing hands…it’s who you are inside, the personality that grows more complex and intriguing every day. Knowing that there’s a little bit of me, and a little bit of daddy in there…and mostly a little bit of who is just simply our Fia making you the most beautiful, lovable, precious baby girl that ever was.
Happy Birthday, My Sofia. You are the sweetest way for me to learn even more about being a mother.
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