You and I, we've had a rough last couple weeks together. You are struggling a little to adjust to being back in school (and having another little brother), and I am flat-exhausted from feeding your squishy adorable baby brother, and the combination hasn't been ideal. I hope you know, even in the midst of disagreements and tired flopping into bed after many tears (from both of us), how deeply and fully I adore you.
And so, as you venture into first grade, and we grow together as mommy and big sister to this newest little one, I wanted to put down on paper some thoughts and prayers for you.
Every single day I notice you becoming something new. Or rather, becoming more of who you are made to be. You discover your strengths and can articulate your weaknesses. You love reading, and most nights I find you with a flashlight under the covers long past bedtime (which sounds familiar, because mommy did the exact same thing - and still does sometimes). You are empathetic and sensitive, noticing people who others overlook and doing your best to include and love everyone. You are tuned into people's needs and into the Spirit, and you pray with a wisdom that astonishes me.
One night before Isaiah got here, you asked if we could pray together before bed. We sat on the couch, with Caden leaning on my huge belly and you told us to wait just one minute. Running to Isaiah's room, you came back with his sock monkey and blankie, and said we needed to pray over them. You then proceeded to pray that little Isaiah would be safe, that he would have a good life, that he would know how much we loved him, and also that he would come soon. Tears immediately welled up in my eyes, because how did you become so wise and attuned and even know the value (or ability) to "pray over things"? I can take no credit, and thus my pride and joy and delight is completely in the Lord and how He shaped you, and how you are growing into that identity every single day.
My secret? I asked, raising an eyebrow.
I mean, she went on, how did you get her to be such a great kid? How did you teach her to read so well already, and to behave so perfectly?
To which, of course, I desperately wanted to respond with some wisdom regarding my stellar parenting. Unfortunately, Caden was throwing a temper tantrum at my feet, and I had to admit that I think it was mostly luck. We just got an exceptional kid.
Love you my sweetest girl -
** Another side note: some of these pictures, once again are by the lovely and talented Meg Davidson.