I tried to write this for weeks. It was in fact “due” two days ago. But trying to track down the words for my thoughts and feelings for you is not unlike trying to track down the Loch Ness Monster. You know it’s there but good luck getting your hands on it.
What do you say about the person who made you a momma? What do you say about the person who changed your life forever? I love no one like I love you. I don’t love you any more or less than I do Lucas and Samantha, but of you three, you were my first real, true love. My heart grew to give you all equal room. But equal does not mean the same. No better. No more nor less. But not the same.
As I sit here trying to decide how to put this in words, I reflect on how much of your life I have missed due to my illness. How many of your early years I was too sick to truly enjoy and properly file away into my momma memory. I don’t have as many as I would like, but I have some important ones.
In no particular order:
1. You were born 3 and half weeks early. The doctors called you premature, I called you ready to get the party started. You always have been one to prefer your own time frame for things. Luckily, as far as being a touch early is concerned, you were healthy as can be.
2. You were so close to walking, that when your Grandma and I saw a baby push toy at a garage sale, we figured it might help you along and bought it for you. You basically, took one look at it, took great insult, stood up, and walked from that moment on. I’m only exaggerating a very, little bit.
3. You will forever be my favorite person to sing Bohemian a cappella with. I don’t care how many times I get the teller line at work to break out into song with me, you being able to belt out the song I taught you to love when you were only 8-years-old, will forever remain one of my favorite things about you.
4. Dude. You power read through the first Harry Potter in slightly over 24 hours. That would be impressive even if I had let you read through the night like you wanted. The fact you had to keep putting it down and still power read through it is amazing. Also? You are old enough that we can discuss books we both love together.
5. Speaking of reading: At the age of 9, your 3rd grade teacher could no longer test your reading level. You weren’t just off her chart, you were off the elementary school chart. And at the rate you are going, you’ll be off any middle school chart before you even reach 6th grade. The government doesn’t even try to track you anymore. You’re off all their charts as well. My first and truest love in life has been and always will be books. Raising a reader means that with all I’ve done wrong, I’ve done something very right.
6. I remember sitting in Eddie’s living room, way back when you were little and dad and I rented a room in that house, and singing to you how you were just too good to be true. Still true. I may get so very angry at you sometimes but you are still too good to be true.
7. I remember the day you realized you were smarter than the rest of us. You wanted something on the kitchen counter that at 18-months-old, you simply couldn’t reach. So you looked down, saw the dog’s food dish, turned it over, stepped up, and suddenly could reach. That was the day I gave up on ever being smarter than you.
8. The love you hold for your sister is fierce. You do right by her, seeing as how you begged for her long before even Lucas was born. You adore her and she adores you. It is beautiful to behold.
9. This entry from the blog I made for you when you were super little, well before your current. You were 4 in this story.
We went to this Chinese buffet for dinner tonight. And momma said if I ate a good dinner I could have ice cream.
Me: I want rainbow ice cream.
Momma: They don’t have rainbow ice cream.
Me: Yes they do, I smell it.
Momma: You smell rainbow ice cream?
Me: Yes…. I do!
Daddy gets back to the table and momma leaves to get me my “soft serve”. Whatever that is. After a second she comes right back, hands empty with a confused look on her face.
Momma: Pat when did they get rid of the soft serve machines and get an ice cream bar? And since when do they have rainbow sherbet?
Daddy: I don’t know but you should get him some.
Momma: I am…
She leaves again and then comes back this time with some rainbow ice cream.
Momma: How did you know they had rainbow ice cream?
Me: I smelled it!
Daddy: He told you!
No, I never had a chance to see it. I’m not tall enough to see the ice cream in the bar. And no one else was eating any. No one told me. Momma is really confused as to how I knew. Apparently she doesn’t believe me when I say I could smell it.
10. If all your girlfriends can be as sweet as your first girlfriend at the age of 3, Katie, we’ll be set!
Love you, kiddo! You drive me crazy, but I love you!