Wednesday, May 20, 2015

To a special NINE year old! Happy birthday, Eliza!

Dearest Eliza,

Happy birthday darling girl! I will say this every year, please keep that in mind, but seriously I can't believe you are nine years old. I remember the day you arrived so clearly. The birth of my blog followed you so I don't have a handy link to send you to read about that special day. But I did write it down. And I promise, sooner than later, it will find a home here on my blog.

A lot of the emotions I felt on the day you were born are still with me now. When you were born, I remember feeling scared and unsure. I remember feeling great joy; something so potent, strong and entirely new. I marveled over you and mused out loud wondering which nurse would be coming home with us to help care for you! Nine years later, I still feel scared as I wonder if I am being the best Mom I can be. Forever a "first time Mom," I feel great stress when an unknown illness crops up. I still marvel over you; your talents, your goodness and beauty. I still feel a proud pounding in my chest, an explosion of joy, when I see you make good choices and watch you serve others.

You are my first and we both know that I make a lot of Mom mistakes each day. I am so thankful that Heavenly Father blessed you with a heart willing to forgive as He foresaw my struggles. Thank you for your patience with me and for truly being a best friend to me.

It makes me smile knowing that you will soon read this post. You are faithful in wanting to catch up on my blog! I love it. It makes my heart sing knowing that you appreciate what I write. My once large readership has gone quiet and floated over to instagram (among other places) and I am at peace with that thanks to you.

I mentioned how great a friend you are. It's true. On the weekend, you ask to accompany me on my errands. Often times, it's just us. When Dad's out of town, you stay up later than the others and we watch HGTV together (property brothers, cupcake wars, etc.) You are smart and tricky. Finding lotion, you'll begin to rub my feet, knowing full well I will extend your bedtime because I can't resist! You have discovered music and like a lot of the songs that I do. It's been fun to see you progress into tween-age things, but comforting that you'll still choose to buy a Beanie Boo with your saved money instead of a new pair of earrings. Although, I do have to say, you love fashion. It's one of the many ways you express your creativity. You are gaining stronger opinions about how we style your hair and about what you will or will not wear. You have the best laugh and know how to make your siblings feel special. I love when you include them in whatever project you've cooked up.

You continue to excel in school. The Chinese program has been a fantastic fit for you. You have a special friendship with your teacher Mr. Ma. I am so proud of you and admire your love of learning. You love activity days, sewing lessons and just signed up for another season of soccer. I hope you'll always choose to nurture your relationship with Heavenly Father. He knows what you need better than I do and knows the best way to grow your gifts so that you can be a helper to Him. He loves perfectly and I'm thankful every single day that He blessed my life with you.

Happy birthday, dear Eliza! Here's to another wonderful year together.

As for your birthday festivities, it was a pretty quiet year because you chose to allocate your birthday budget to your first ever ipod. Dad and I were coy about whether or not we'd be gifting one to you. Once we learned that we could block internet access, and familiarized ourselves with all the other parental safety features, we decided you were old enough.

Your birthday fell on a Monday. The Saturday before, Nana Marie, you and me went to dinner together at the Corner Bakery Cafe. We took you to Bennion Craft where you chose a birthday beanie boo and finished things up right at Cherry Berry.  
Sunday, we drove to Nanna Teresa and Bubba's house for dinner. Even though it was Mothers day, we still celebrated you and Forrest.
Monday morning I woke up early to buy your birthday balloons and donuts (you were quite specific on the request). When I came home, it was still early, you were out of bed and bouncing up and down. You were ready to open your gift.
While the other kids slept, Dad and I sang, "Happy birthday" and watched you open your present. You were thrilled.
As exciting as that moment was, I am afraid your ninth birthday will better be remembered for having to take a most unpleasant trip to the dentist. After our scare last January, when I heard you had developed another lump in your mouth, I freaked out and made an immediate appointment to the dentist. This lump was different as it was on your gum instead of your lip. It was an abscess/infection that was a great deal larger than your previous one. Thankfully, instead of oral surgery, all that was required was to have your baby tooth pulled which dissolved the bump. It was disgusting, the sight of blood makes me so woozy, but I still watched the entire process. Why on earth?
The bad news was, the numbing shots were horrible for you. Without the help of nitrus, you felt it all and sobbed for a long time after the shots were over. Not to mention, there was mental pain involved as Lottie and Forrest proved quite the handful while we waited for this all to happen. Seriously, it was rough.
It was an awful way to spend some of your birthday. I am so sorry! But! I am real glad it wasn't more serious than that. After that drama, we went to school together for your share and teach. With gauze still in your mouth, Daddy taught your class about how a water bottle rocket works. Your classmates and teachers were super impressed and LOVED the demonstrations.
You were so proud of how well it went. It was a definite "high" point of your day. Another special moment came when Nana Marie stopped by with a birthday gift and a visit.
Speaking of Nana Marie, it was with her help that you were able to sew some darling bags for Uintah's mini society. For the past couple months the third grade has been studying the inner workings of the economy. They voted for a class mayor, applied for "jobs" and earned scholar dollars in various ways. One of those ways was participating in mini society.The third graders sold different 'goods or services' to their peers and to the parents and loved ones who came to shop. Eliza, as I previously mentioned, sewed these bags. 
They were a smash hit! The sold out quickly both days. I suggested that she up her price but she new where she wanted to be.
Eliza, you gorgeous girl, I hope this year is fantastic. You deserve the best. I love you!!

1 comment:

*Jess* said...

Happy Birthday Eliza!! Oh how she's grown!