My girl is 11.
June 11th, 2009 , Posted in UncategorizedI have already done age 11 with my oldest so it doesn’t jar me like before. 11 is nice.
Sophia was born when my oldest was only 18 months old. She was 10 days overdue & I was so very ready for her to just be born already. I had no idea that she was in fact, a she. I had hoped & prayed for another girl so that Anna could have a sister. I imagined it would be a fun thing to have two little ladies so close together. Her labor was textbook & although I was initially scared of going through the pain of birth again, I soon caught my stride & was a real champ at breathing & getting through those contractions. Like with Anna, I had a midwife attended homebirth. I spent most of my time sitting in the bathtub & zoning out a little when I could manage it. I had pushed for hours with Anna but Sophia came out in just 4 pushes. She came out easily & has remained a laid back, easy going girl ever since.
She had tiny black curls all over her head & her skin was very dark. She seemed to be exotic & we thought maybe those Italian genes had overcome the Irish ones & the reddish hair & freckles of her fair skinned sister. What better name than Sophia for such a gorgeous dark haired child? 11 years later she is as blond, blue eyed & freckled as she can be…
Sophia (aka Fifi, Sophia, Fia, Fluffy) was an easy baby. She slept for me. She napped for me. She nursed well & she took her place sitting next to the throne of Queen Anna. Anna pretty much directed her play, her work, her speech & most everything else right from the start & Sophia didn’t seem to mind one bit.
“Anna. Please stop telling Fifi what to say all the time when you are playing house. Let her be her own girl & say what she would like!”
(Sophia, taking her thumb from her mouth), “It’s OK. I don’t care.”
Ah my little Sophia…always with a little blond bob, hair matted up in the back…always with food on her face NO MATTER WHAT & in the warmer months, always naked in the yard no matter how many times I dressed her. Whenever Christmas would roll around, I would ask what she wanted to get & she would always say, “whatever Santa is making for the kids is fine with me”. While Anna jumped into whatever situation lay in front her of her, Sophia always sat back, took it all in & then decided her next move.
She is at heart, her fathers child. She has gorgeous long lean limbs like him. She is quite literally good at just about everything she does (my hubby is irritatingly good at everything….seriously.) She has his quiet spirit & wonderful way of making everyone she meets fall in love with her. She is amazing with her little brother & sister. She is always at the ready to lend me a hand when I am cleaning out a closet or putting the groceries away. She is my go to kid when something is lost~she will find whatever it is, everytime.
She is mad funny & can lip synch a song in a way that leaves me doubled over in laughter & begging her to do it one more time for me. She shares my love of all things girlie & is my stylist each morning as we decide which piece of jewelry to wear, which shoe goes best with what or if I should go curly or straight.
I adore my girl. She is more tricky than my other children because unlike the other three, she does not wear her heart on her sleeve. Her sorrows need to be coaxed out~her joys are more reserved. Sometimes I have to catch my breath when I look at her~her beauty still catches me off guard sometimes & I sit and marvel at her. To say I have been blessed to have her as my own would be an understatement & other words fail me.
She is quite simply, more than I ever could have hoped for.
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