sassy birthday love

I write a great deal about my love for my daughter, Thing 2. Partly that’s because I’ve honestly never loved another human being the way I love her, and partly because she (frustrating as she is) has become one of my favorite people. She’s become a bit of an acquired taste, but if you can get through her thick hide of protective armor she’s rather spectacular!

The kind parts of her personality are truly something to behold. The unkind parts are somewhat amusing, she can sarcasm and sass like nobody’s business, but sometimes it can cross that line between amusing and cruelty. I don’t believe that’s her intent. She just calls it like she sees it.
She’s quite like me in so many ways. Perhaps years of life have helped my sass remain more so on the amusing side of the line with occasional jaunts over to cruelty. I’d like to think so anyway. My sass intentions are never cruel and, surely that counts for something.
Thing 2 is still in that ‘figuring it out’ phase. That wretched place in life we all have to wade through to get to the place where our actions more and more reflect our intentions.
We do think very similarly about things and have those moments when we call each other and report some event of the day when she had a “Momma moment” or I had a “Thing 2” moment. We laugh about them and I tell her I’m so glad she’s a good sport about being so like me.

There is trouble in her heart. A wound that she simply hasn’t figured out how to let heal. I’m hopeful that with time and hard work she’ll realize that it doesn’t have to define her. But I have great concern she may not ever know how to come to that place. I’ve offered every kind of help I can think of. She’s becoming more open to help…perhaps that’s a good sign.

She celebrated the eighteenth anniversary of her birth last week. Eighteen years of Thing 2. With all honesty, I can hardly believe it! It seems only a moment. Only a moment since she was a teeny little think in the NICU. Since she was fitted for her first pair of glasses (at sixteen months). Since she put on her first black leotard and pink shoes. Since she got on the school bus the very first day of kindergarten holding her big sisters hand and smiling from ear to ear. Since she stood on the stage for the first time as a young princess in disguise.
Since the terrible moment she told me she didn’t want me to be her mom anymore. And the beautiful moment we found our way back to each other.

Eighteen years of love and laughter and sadness and tears. Eighteen years of silliness and snuggles and sassiness to spare.
One of the best gifts I’ve ever received! And so many more to come!

I wasn’t with her on her birthday, that was hard for me. But I’ve come to terms with it. She was with her friends and her big sister even came to town to celebrate with her. She and I decided to celebrate later on, when she’s here for a while. I didn’t even send her gifts (some she even knows about). Because I found what I hope will be the coolest gift and I selfishly want to be with her when she opens it. I can’t yet share the secret because she sometimes reads these words. I can say the item is celebrating it’s centennial this year, that it was involved in an important historical situation, and that it is meaningful to our family.

Interestingly enough, it was YBW who came up with the idea that sparked my search for this perfect item. I love that he gets us, even though he sometimes doesn’t understand us.

I have this item for her and wanted a special way to present it to her and nothing felt quite right. So I made a trip to the craft store and found the thing that sparked my idea for the way to present Thing 2’s special gift. A janky little balsa wood suitcase that with a bit of stain, antique travel and map stickers, and some mod podge became the perfect box for her gift!
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Thing 2 loves antique suitcases and bags, I hope she loves this one too!

The inside had to be as perfect as the outside.
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How precious is this little case?
I’m so excited to celebrate my baby’s birthday!

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4 thoughts on “sassy birthday love

  1. This is a sweet gift for your Thing 2 daughter. Happy 28th!! I hope Time will fade her inner hurts and pain. She deserves happiness! I love your beautiful handmade gift with (almost robins egg light blue) interior silk lining and the travel theme on the outside. I bet she loved it!
    I may have mentioned on another post I have 2 daughters and love them differently and heartily. ♡♡ I have one son who is sensitive and gets hurt and sometimes taken advantage of. ♡ His wife balances him with her “take no guff” attitude plus 4 children in their combined family.

  2. It’s funny how you have these children and you love them with your entire being but it never feels the same way.
    My eldest was all I ever wanted, ever wished for rolled up into the most beautiful, perfect little girlie package. And I absolutely adore her. She was given to me to challenge me to be the best possible me. To push me to my limits. I love that girl with a fierceness.
    I didn’t even really want to have another baby…but Thing 2 came along and stole my heart. She was in the NICU and when I finally got to see her she had an IV in her tiny little arm with a board wrapped to keep it straight. I rubbed her back and put my fingers near her little fist and she grabbed my finger so tightly and in that moment I fell in love in a way I’d never loved before.
    She loves to hear that story.

    Your girls are lucky to have a brother to add to their mix. And he is lucky to have a wife who wont’ take any crap off anyone. What a beautiful balance.
    Isn’t being a mom the coolest thing?
    No matter what I have done or will do in my life, being a mom is by far, the absolute best thing!

    • I really enjoyed your sharing this special gem of a story, birth of Thing 2. Tiny, precious hand grabbing your finger. *♡*
      Each time they sure let us know our heart is always big enough to handle one more. My oldest grandson has a special and unique place but all others have their own interesting ways to capture my heart. Love is a miracle! Thank you for sharing. . .

  3. Love is a miracle, indeed! ❤

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