Playing with Mama’s Jewelry

November 20, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird, Dear Little Tiger.

It’s official.  You are the girliest of girls.  Non-stop talk of princesses.  Wishing everything were pink.  Begging to put on makeup.  And digging through my jewelry when I’m not looking.

When I came across these lovelies from the back of my drawer, I couldn’t help but insist you play with them.  Gorgeous vintage glass beads strung together to make very special clip-on earrings.  You happily obliged.

I think these earrings started with your great-grandma.  Perhaps your grandma wore them out a time or two.  And I’ve imagined myself a princess when I put on the matching necklace.  It’s your turn now.  Princess away!


First Day of Ballet School

November 9, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

We had everything all lined up the night before.  Pink tights.  Black leotards.  Pink slippers.  Pony tails.  And a special ballet bag.

I wasn’t sure you’d be able to sleep the night before your big day.  But you did.  And we made it on time.

Your teacher Miss Emily?  Patient.  Kind.  Perfect.

Your dancing?  A treat to watch.  Pointing toes.  Bending knees.  Arms held up.  Hands just so.

I can’t wait to see more next week.

A sister’s arms

October 17, 2011 § 1 Comment

Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister.  ~Alice Walker

Running Your First Race

September 29, 2011 § 1 Comment

Dear Little Bird.

Your first ever cross-country meet!  I’m not sure you realized what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to run the race.  In fact, I didn’t fully understand it myself!

The invitation included all elementary students but you were the only kindergartner there.  Represent!  And you were the smallest, teensy-tiniest one too.  One look at you with all of the other kids and my heart nearly burst with pride.

I thought the race would be a simple lap around a track.  It turned out to be a 1/2 mile trail through the woods.  Hills, trees, spider webs, exposed roots, oh my!  Your dad and I were slightly concerned.  So dad volunteered to hang out along the trail to keep an eye on you all the kids.

The race was two laps but when you came around that first time you were on auto-pilot to make it to the finish line.  As you raced by with your eyes glued to the finish line you didn’t even blink when I shouted for you to go around again.  You just picked up the pace and ran as quickly as you could to those colorful triangle flags.

You were so unassuming that no one even noticed you crossed the line, except for Uncle Aaron and I cheering our silly selves hoarse.

Your comment to me as soon as you crossed the line?  “Mom, that was hard.”  And then off you ran to the swings to do what really mattered – showing off your leg-pumping skills on the swing set.

She's a little mad that she didn't win first place

Windy Adventures

August 28, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird. Dear Little Tiger.

Wind? No big deal.

Fun? You’ll take it any way it shows up.

Sand in the eyes because of all the windy fun? Definitely a good reason to go home, take a bath, and enjoy a warm drink.

Hanging out with you?  One of my favorite pastimes.

These are a few of my favorite things

August 12, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird. Dear Little Tiger.

I love camping with you. My favorite parts?

Watching you set up “house” in the tent and investigate creeks and dance-dry after a shower and “haul” water from the faucet.

Squeezing into our small tent and falling asleep holding hands and slowly waking up together.

Sharing breakfast and planning our day and doing it all over again.

These are all my favorite parts.  But my most favorite part?  You.

An Adventure with Papa on the Fourth of July

July 4, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

You’ve got your adventure vests on complete with “ranger” pins.  You’ve got your creek-walking shoes on.  Sunscreen?  Check.  Sunglasses?  Check.  Water to stay hydrated?  Check.  Your favorite person to take you on an adventure?  Check.

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