So at 4:37 p.m., with no drugs, minimal episiotomy and MUCHO pushing, a nine pound 21-1/2 inch BEENA was brought into this world. This kid had long hair and really long fingernails. I guess that’s what happens when you’re 10 days late. And I guess that’s why I had so much heartburn- the hair “tickled” me. Gotta love the old-wives tales…
So. Here we are 21 years later. And I’ve got something to say to my eldest daughter.
You were our Beanie Baby before they were even invented. When you were born, you scared the crap out of me- I was a new mom, inexperienced with babies of any kind. Thank goodness for your Grandma and Pop-pop. They helped us out caring for you and helped fix up your beautiful little room. The day after you were born (Halloween) the nurses in the hospital spiked your hair up so you looked like a little punk rocker. Nothing could have been furthest from the truth. You were a princess from Day One. No wonder you love Disney!
You always had a quick smile, one that would crinkle up your eyes. You were silly and carefree as a child. Until we took away your Binkie. Then we saw the devil in you. But it was okay- you were still adorable.
You went through so much. Your migraines, your medication, your braces, your expanders, your patches, your glasses. I don’t remember you ever breaking down and making too much of a fuss. You took it all pretty much in stride. Even the divorce- you seemed like you accepted being shuttled from one house (ours) to another (Grandma’s and Pop-Pop’s) to another (your dad’s.) You were my calm in my storm. With a great personality to match. Right? Right. Begub. Begub. Begub.
In school you always did well, and was always responsible. Do you remember me marching you around the house to your spelling words? Teachers never had one complaint about you and you were always willing to help out. You even followed in my footsteps and started teaching Sunday School at 16. Is that where you learned to love teaching and children?
You were my right hand at the party place. You were only 14, but you were running the business as if it were your own. The kids loved you. If it weren’t for you, there would be no dancing and games at the parties. I was front end, you were back end. I felt terrible being so disorganized- it put you at a disadvantage. I only hope my poor business sense didn’t rub off on you. You were truly amazing and I wanted nothing more than to leave that business to you.
Your relationship with Zombiegirl is amazing. I am truly blessed that you two get along so well. She looks up to you and takes in everything you say. Now that she is maturing, she has her own opinions, and her opinion of you is VERY high. She loves hanging with her big sis. And I love you for taking care of your little sis.
You’ve grown so much the last few years. You’ve matured and grown into a woman I am proud to call my daughter. Who else would get a tattoo with their mom? Mandee’s is lucky to have you. Adelphi is lucky to have you. John is lucky to have you. And we- your Dad, Kelsey and I are lucky to have you.