It was just last month when I realized you had made that transition from girl to young woman. We were waiting for you to perform at your recital. I caught you in your chair taking deep breathes. I assumed your were nervous. When I asked you got a silly smile on your face and told me you were doing the breathing exercises your teacher had taught you. Then you walked up front, played your guitar and belted out your song. Your confidence in your craft was impressive, but more than that it was your independence. You had this. Why would I doubt?
So today beautiful girl you turn thirteen and I can’t but help remember the baby you were. Your Papi said you looked like a cabbage patch doll and with the round face and big blue eyes you really did.
You’ve been a gift from the moment your graced our world. You have always been easygoing.
You roll with the punches and you teach your rigid Momma to do the same.
Your world is big and your heart is even bigger.
Thank you for loving all of us so effortlessly.
The way you reach out to cuddle and care even when we are at our prickliest, is pretty special.
This year will hold great things for you, I just know it.
Keep in mind I am along for the ride. There will be more date nights, conversations about good books and dance parties in the kitchen.
I love you baby girl.
I am so proud to be your Momma.
PS- In appreciation for both the words and the talent behind the guitar, it had to be Cat Stevens for this year’s birthday song.