Oh Rachel...you are 3 today, even though you tried many times to convince me that you were 7. This is typical. There is something quite amazing about you that keeps me on my toes all the time. You are like a maternal watchdog. Anytime I feel like I am getting into the motherhood groove, you are right there to say, "Wait ol' lady...not so fast."
This started from day one when you poked a little hole to get my water to break and then did nothing for 14 hours. When everyone was snuggled into their beds at 2:12 am...this is when you wanted to come out and you gave us about 90 minutes to get to the hospital. Right now!
You have no fear in your actions---you will jump off of anything and spin endlessly. While some may think you are shy, I have realized that you're just sizing them up. Perhaps they will be welcomed by you or just get a pout and a dismissal with your eyes.
Anything that was easy with Laurel, you want me to experience the other side...picky eating (one day you love something, the next day, absolutely not), walking (why move when we would just get it for you), enunciation (many months of not knowing what the hell you were saying) and now..potty training (every Huggies purchase just takes a little more out of your inheritance). Perhaps you are making me a more well rounded mother.
While you are small in stature, you are larger than life to our family. How do you pull the dramatics? Just the other day when you came to me with a small voice, hands clasped in front of you saying, "Mommy, I am sorry that I peed in my pants". How did you get your lip to tremble like that and get that one tear in your eye to glisten and not fall? Jesus... (You obviously didn't get my ugly crying gene.)
And you are only 3. Part of me doesn't want you to get older because I am a little afraid at what your teen years will do to me.
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