Thursday, November 4, 2010
How Did We Get Here?
I snapped this picture of Mikayla a few weeks ago. I take 100's of pictures all the time, lots are cute, lots get deleted and sometimes a photograph just does something to me. When I saw this one on my computer once it was uploaded, I was struck with a typhoon of emotions. I guess the overwhelming feeling was "How did we get here? When did she grow up?"
So much to say about this sweet girl of mine. She grabs my purse and the diaper bag and the baby from the house and gets them in the van while I am getting ready, she dresses the baby, she changes poopy diapers (for a small fee but I don't mind), she reads to the kids with expression, she teaches Maddie her lessons, she starts at least two loads of laundry a day, she reads for fun every minute she is allowed, she is graceful and smart and good at everything she tries.
I feel badly that she had to be first in line. Us firstborns come wound pretty tightly and thinking everything should sort of happen our way. I am so thankful to have her as my number one daughter/helper/test kid for everything because she is strong but I feel guilty about the strain that puts on our relationship.
How did we get here?
I never thought I would be "that mom" that was bossy or annoying or had unreasonable expectations or said "no" ALL THE TIME or didn't have time to listen or, the worst one of all, didn't understand how she was feeling.
But here we are, I can no longer relate to 10 year old issues and apparently I frequently communicate in a way that earns a severe scowl and a pout or an over emphasized eye roll as a response.
This year I am praying for extra grace to meet my little girl where she is and to be able to handle her concerns and issues in a loving way that does not judge or demean.