I thought if I wrote out “48 months old” it might sound younger than 4 years old. I was wrong. I guess there is no escaping the fact that my little Bailey girl is growing up. And all too quickly! So if you could indulge this sappy mom for a moment, this is what I’ve been thinking/feeling this past month as I’ve gotten use to saying I have a 4 year old instead of a 3 year old:
You bring your tightly-wrapped little newborn home from the hospital and you are so in love. With their tiny fingers and breast-milk breath and wispy, soft heads. With their gummy smiles and quiet breathing and balled-up little fists. And with the knowledge that they are yours. Somehow amidst all your flaws and mistakes, and despite the fact that you have no clue what you’re doing half the time, you and your loved one have managed to create this perfect little being together. A mix of him and a mix of you, sprinkled with bits of grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins as well.
And your heart is busted open wide with a love that you can’t ever comprehend. With a love that you think is the biggest kind of human love you could ever feel.
But you are wrong.
Because those little newborns begin to grow and change and learn and become their own individual person with their own unique personality. And through it all, you find yourself falling more and more in love with them each day. You don’t know how that’s possible- how you could ever love them more than the moment they are born – but somehow you do. And it’s awesome. And to me, that might be one of the best parts of parenthood- the act of falling deeper and deeper in love with your children as they blossom right in front of your eyes.
And Bailey has really blossomed this last year! So here are 4 tidbits about my 4 year old Bailey-girl, reasons that have me falling head over heels for her every day!
- Bailey is the most physical, outdoorsy girl ever! She amazes me with all the craziness she can do on a playground- things I see bigger kids not even attempt. Just the other day I looked up and saw that she had made it across 4 rungs on the monkey bars all by herself. I couldn’t believe her short little arms could even reach that far, but somehow they did!
- She has the most amazing ability to say she’s sorry. That is something that doesn’t come easily to my stubborn nature, but for her it’s so natural. And unless it’s a fight with another little kid, we don’t force her to say sorry to us when she’s done something wrong. Punish her for sure, but I don’t want to get in the habit of fake “I’m sorrys….”. But 9 times out of 10 she will do something wrong, be punished, and an hour or two later (when i’ve practically forgotten about it!), she’ll come up to me and say “Mama, sorry I yelled” or “Mama, I’m sorry I hit Georgia”. I can’t believe her little mind remembers it so well, but it’s so genuine and sweet and truly teaches me a lesson about saying sorry!
- She is the best big sister! We often fight over who gets to go into GA’s room first when she wakes up in the morning. On days I give in and let her do it I listen outside the door and hear Bailey go in with a sweet, high-pitched voice (not her normal talking voice) and say “Hi Georgia! Hiiiii!!!!!” And then she climbs in her crib and loves and cuddles all over her. And she gets mad if ever we suggest doing something with just her, like “Bailey, let’s you and me go to the library.” She’s all “What about Georgia? She can come too??” We do try to make special things w/just Bailey, but she always comes back and hugs GA and says “I missed you!”. I was a little worried about having 2 girls that they might fight and be catty and all, but so far, it’s mostly all love! Of course things could be different come the teenage years….. ha!
- Her thankful spirit. The other day I was packing her some grapes for a playdate and she asked what I was doing and when I told her she just exclaimed “Oh thank-you Mama! Thank-you!” Sheesh! It was like I was taking her on a trip to Disney World! Wonder what she’d of done if I’d packed cupcakes of something super yummy??! 🙂
second year in a row that i ruined her cake. cake fell apart when i flipped it out of the pan and i tried (and failed) to glue it back together with icing. boo! this is a tradition i hope does NOT continue 😦