I was so young (ahem, is 12 too young to have a second child? Since I'm only 40, I guess that's how old I was when I had her, right?).
But seriously, I was young. I knew nothing about babies, and the hospital had already let me leave with the first one, against my better judgment. Now they were handing off another one to me (I did get the hang of it eventually)!
There is something about having a child--a joy that cannot be described. It's overwhelming and yes, exhausting--but oddly intoxicating at times. The smell of that baby's hair. The peach fuzz on the back of the neck. The gummy smile that makes your heart skip a beat. The sound of a belly laugh.
So many firsts. First roll over. First smile. First steps. First shoes. First Christmas. First birthday (why do we always throw a huge party when the baby doesn't even know what's going on?)
First fall off the six foot high slide (backwards-she changed her mind, and I was waiting at the bottom when she disappeared right off the top of the slide! She could have had her first broken neck, but thank God she only had her first wind knocked out of her).
First friend. First grade. First fight with first friend. First band concert (she talked the whole time to the other drummer--sports were more her thing--beating on a snare drum was boring). First wheels (bike). First pet (Poor little hamster got his fur wrapped around the axle of a Barbie car).
First time on the swings ride at the amusement park (BIG mistake---she swears that's when her fear of heights started...who knows, it may have been back on that slide).
First time jumping into the deep end (I tried to catch her and didn't do it right and we both almost drowned-that was a first--and a last for me).
First job. First prom. First heartbreak.
She's always wanted to be a princess, but truthfully, she has more of a queen personality--not so unlike her mother. And it's better to be queen. Princesses are a dime a dozen, but there can only be one queen.
Since I'm already queen of my hive, she has her own hive to be queen of. First apartment.
First big girl job. First checking account. First new car.
First disappointment with the working world...First second job.
First "years later" confession: Did you really think I had cheerleading practice at 8:00 at night? Well...yeah.
She's all grown up now. Not much older than I was when I had her. (I lied--she is only turning 13). How can this be?
But she'll always be my little girl. And I'm so glad we're close enough that I can still share her joy of firsts. And there will be many more. Queens must embark on many firsts!
I know because I'm still experiencing some of my own firsts.
And I have the great joy of sharing those firsts with my own mother, The Matriarch, whose birthday is in two days!
Happy birthday to my second born, yet my first daughter! I love you and all your firsts!
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