Seven is a big deal to me. For some reason, 7 is the age that you become a kid. I mean a full fledged, I remember everything, I’m becoming a grown up, I’m learning to live life on my own, kid.
I loved being 7. I remember cruising my neighborhood on my bike with my friends. I remember hanging upside down on my friend’s stairs and getting the wind knocked out of me when I fell down. I remember my goldfish dying. I remember losing my first tooth, and being pretty sure the tooth fairy was my dad. I remember throwing up spanish rice (and I have never liked it since!). I remember moving to Salinas, CA and thinking we’d come to heaven on earth.
What will she remember? Will she remember moving? Will she remember her baby brother learning to walk and talk? Will she remember how much she loved to read? What strange little memories will mark 7 for her?
I hope she will remember how much she loved to play with her brother Ian. How they would make up the strangest games that only they could understand, and them play them endlessly. I hope she will remember how she adored her baby brother Will, and loved to hold his hand whenever we were walking anywhere. I hope she will remember how we loved to color together, and she had to take whatever color I was using. And I hope she will remember laying in bed after bedtime talking with Daddy about her day and giving him night night kisses.
These are the little things I will remember about my little girl at this age. And how very much I love and treasure her.
On a side note, you might have noticed if you’re a regular reader here, that I’ve been a bit off the grid the last couple of weeks. I apologize from the bottom of my heart and have missed all of you! Its been a bit more than crazy around here, and let me tell you why…
This was our first week of school, and new schools for everyone, that also means new audiologists, OT’s, PT’s, teachers, nurses, IEP’s, PTA’s, and a million people for me to meet and get onto Julia’s team and make sure she’s getting everything she needs. We also had a last minute, somewhat emergency knee surgery for my husband on the first day of school (and of course the recovery that goes with that). I also became one of the newest Board Members of the WA State Chapter of Hands and Voices, a wonderful national organizations for families of deaf and hard of hearing children. I am getting my photography business back up and running, and have been doing quite a bit of marketing, scheduling, and image editing. It is also mine and Julia’s birthdays this week (as well as bday parties!). And of course there is the day to day of raising three kids, keeping up the house, cooking, cleaning, and tearing down trees (we had some people do that today in our front yard, it was so exciting!!).
Wow, I’m exhausted just writing that. Just wanted you to know that I have not forgotten about you and our little spot in the blogosphere. I will be continuing to write here, and have a few recipes I can’t wait to share. So, don’t give up on me, and I won’t give up on you. Thank you for all of your encouragement and kind words. It really does mean a lot to me.