I just wanted you to know how very thankful to GOD I am for you.
You are a bright light in my life and in this world.
You are well into your 6th year--and you remind me nearly every day that you're "not seven yet," but you are looking so very forward to being that old--SEVEN! It's funny to me how "age conscious" you are. I suppose it's due to all the kids at school comparing ages--it must matter very much, I'm guessing, who is the oldest and who is not. I wonder if they make you feel somehow more "immature" because you are very nearly the youngest in your class.
I was almost always the youngest in my class, too. And while it did get frustrating, at times, that I was always "late" in experiencing every major milestone of childhood, I look back now and wonder why or how I ever allowed it to bother me. But I suppose we do, to some degree, no matter who we are.
You make a beautiful six-year-old. You're the kind of six-year-old they base book series on: you are funny and sassy and smart and act as if you're 16 much of the time you're talking.
A few weeks ago, there was a "Show and Tell" at church, and you didn't want to take any of the toys that you own and normally play with because you were concerned that they were "for babies." (It was apparent to me that the older kids in your class are probably making note of everything they think "is for kiddies" or whatever they want to call it these days.) When I heard you say that, it hurt my heart, because I know that you are already having to deal with the pressure of "what everyone else has to say"--and it's not coming from adults--it's from kids your own age.
I hate that kids are trying to pressure you to grow up so fast. What they don't know is that THIS is the time to be having the time of your life! THIS? This childhood? It only happens once, and then it's over and the world of adult responsibility moves in, and nothing is the same, ever, again. I wish I could just TELL you that. Help you know that it's "okay" NOT to grow up so fast, to have fun, be imaginative, for as long as possible. Be happy where you are!
I hope you're having a great childhood. I pray that you are.
Today, we drove to Ft.Smith to get birthday gifts. Every now and then, as you do, you would turn to me and say, "I love you, Mom." (Recently, you asked me if it was "okay" if you called me "Mom" instead of "Momma" or "Mommy.") I looked at you, for as long as I could afford (I was driving!) and said, with all my heart, though I'm not sure you knew it at the time: "I love you, too, Psalmie."
And I do.
Psalmie, I love you with all of my heart. You are such a blessing to me, such a miracle from God. I love you more than you could EVER know...the word "love" just isn't enough, it seems, in quantifying my feelings for you, sis.
Blessings to you, my darling girl,
Love forever & ever,
Mommy
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