To My Golden-Haired Child, On Her Fifth Birthday

 


My Sweet Clarice,

Today is your fifth birthday, and as the sun was peeking up over the hill, I peeked into your room to see if you were awake.  As soon as my eyes met yours, you popped up in bed, and your face broke into a grin when I started singing you happy birthday.  This is your day, and you are bouncing and grinning as you take it all in.

This year with you has been a good one.  You have always been my quiet, introspective girl, but this year you started telling me more and more of what you are thinking behind those pretty blue eyes.  You have such an imagination,  and you are always coming up with funny stories to tell me and your dad.  We love hearing your imaginations!  You are also a little artist, always coloring and drawing pictures to mail to your friends and family.  Often in the last few months you'll present me with an envelope and a name of who the envelope should be mailed to.   I love how you've been thinking about others that we haven't seen often enough for your liking.

You have such a sweet, sensitive heart, and when something is bothering you, you get very quiet.  Sometimes I just pull you onto my lap for a hug until you are ready to tell me what's wrong.  I've especially loved seeing some of our Bible verses and catechism questions stick in your mind.  Hearing your sweet little voice reciting Scripture is one of my favorite things.

You're interested in all things princesses, and you color your princess pictures so carefully (you're really quite a good colorer).  You relate most to Rapunzel because you both have "golden hair" (when someone says your hair is brown, you sweetly correct them).  Your curly hair is beautiful, and you always make note when I wear mine curly, declaring that my hair is just like yours. Your big blue eyes are constantly twinkling with excitement or humor, and you have a bubbly and fun little personality.  Even when you don't say much, you win everyone over with your big smile.  

Your favorite color is pink, and when I asked you said your favorite food is "toast!".  Your favorite dessert is ice cream, which I could have guessed because on one of our days together this year, you thoughtfully announced to me that you wondered what mint chocolate chip ice cream tasted like.  We promptly got you some, and you were in heaven as you dug into your dish, occasionally sharing a bite with me.  Your favorite book is Cinderella, your favorite movie Strawberry Shortcake, but I suspect those answers would change depending on the day.  You asked for an Ariel birthday party this year.  

You respond "I don't know," with a grin when I ask you what you want to be when you grow up.  In fact, you frequently declare to me that you don't want to grow up at all.  When I ask you why not, you think for a little bit, and then it comes out.  "I don't want to leave you."  And it swells and breaks my heart a little every time, because way down I kind of wish you could stay little and stay here with me forever too.  

I love you my sunshine girl.  No matter how big you get, or where you go, I will always be here for you.  I'll always be your mama.  And even when you're grown, I think I'll look at you and still see you as you are now - my happy, blue-eyed girl, hopping around on the morning of her birthday, with the sun shining in her curly, golden hair.

I'll love you forever, my darling.  Happiest of birthdays to you, today and every year!

Love,

Mama





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