I remember the moment I peed on that stick and saw the two, pink lines. My heart dropped and time stood still. Holy crap, I was going to be a mommy!
Twice I had this feeling in my life and nothing can describe the excitement, happiness, the anxiety and fear that overwhelms you as soon as you find out you have created life and will be responsible for it for the rest of your existence here on earth.
From the moment we found out that we were prego we were in love with our girls, both of us.
The first time we looked at them, held them, felt them we were lost forever. There is nothing neither of us wouldn't do for these two wonderful, amazing, brilliant, smart, loving little girls.
We made it through the sleepless nights and illnesses, 1000s of dirty diapers, 100s of soiled burp-clothes (both were reflux babies and projectile vomiting was part of our lives for two years), teething, diaper rashes, first head bumps, lots of boo-boos, fevers and ear infections ... you name it, we probably met it somewhere on our road of parenting.
But this is a new one for all of us, school, real school, real students and real life.
Home work assignments, alphabet, addition, subtraction and a must-attend-rule.
Last year I chickened out a few weeks before school started. It was cool, she wasn't even 5 yet and it was the perfect excuse to keep her innocence for one more year.
But this time she is ready and needs to go out in the world and learn lifes big lessons.
I only have one thing to say; "Big kids out there, if you just as much as just try to pollute my wonderful, angel preacher-girl L with Hannah Montana noise, Twinkle Toes Shoes for $80 (Stef I still can't believe that!!!) or even just mention something about Santa and his North Poole world not being real then I will find you!
I will hunt you down, search though every school house bathroom and under every desk until I find you and then.... God help you!!!
You will not steel my baby's innocence or her love for God and angels.
You will not break her heart by telling her "you are not her best friend anymore" (this one is for you mean-Heidi!!!), by telling her " she is not in your club" or by teasing her about her perfect personality, smarts, beauty and body. DO NOT MESS WITH ME!!!!
Even if she is all alone, by her little self in this big, bad, cold school I am always with her and will always watch over her. I can and will see and hear everything and I will protect her with all my mama powers given to me.
Be afraid, be very, very afraid Curtner Elementary School kids and future class mates of my wonderful Lillie-Bean. I - am - wa-tching - you!!!!
... obviously this is a bit of a transition period for me, some counseling may be advised ... next post :)
Anyways, I went down memory lane and found these ...
My Lillie just a few hours old
About 6 months old (YES, she was CHUBBY!!!)
L 1 year old
She always loved to draw
... all over herself!!!
Always loved "choca"
First Day of Pre School
L 3 years old
4 years old
L and the Love of her life
Last year
It's crazy how much she has grown! She is a big girl with a big girl attitude and a whole lot of smarts.
She'll do great things some day!
... with her 11 kids which she all will adopt from an "ophanige" (as she calls is), her and Jay and the 11 kids will live in a "camp car" so they can drive to Disneyland every day and she will be a teacher for big kids and little kids and also an ice cream truck driver and a hot-dog-seller. She doesn't want to be rich she says, it's better to share with everybody and she will buy shoes for all kids who don't have any.
She has it all planned out and there is no doubt in her mind that all of this will happen tomorrow for sure.
I LOVE my big L!!!
She makes us laugh every day and teaches us to see the joy in simple, ordinary things in life. Her heart is truly good and her soul is one of the finest the Great Man ever created.
I am truly blessed to have her and my Lulu as my children and I thank the Great Man an my husband every day for them!
These girls taught me what life and love really is all about.
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