The child can do a number on me. Not. Even. Kidding.
This Sweetgirl of mine, she’s a gem. She sparkles in attitude, appearance, and demeanor (I had to look that last one up to make sure I was, indeed, proclaiming truth here. I was.) And it’s not just me who thinks this of her. Others tell us, all the time, how mirthful she is; how joyful, how exuberant, how energetic, and how confident she is. We agree. This five-year old girl will throw herself into life, full-force.
Even in her sleep, she knows how to make things interesting:
She is also incredibly strong-willed.
And tenacious in some not-so-fantastic ways.
We’re working on it. Mama’s of strong-willed children everywhere will agree: it’s flat out exhausting just keeping up with these children. Some days, it’s a constant game of mental chess, with me desperately trying to stay one step ahead of her. Prayer has been a lifeline here. When I can think straight to ask for it!
But the “win” in the end, for me, will come when she is able to harness all The Spunk for good. She does it now, once in a blue moon, and it is a beauty to behold. Her kindness, in sticking up for a friend, makes me want to weep. Her ability to find the one person in the room who needs a laugh and present it, makes me smile big. She is adept at spreading joy in moments that can be filled with great sadness with her very presence. I love her so.
And I realize the importance of the job ahead, with her.
And I realize that I need back-up.
Because, when things go sideways – and they always do – I’m sometimes too stinkin’ exhausted to right that ship.
Or, the legs in the bed.
And so, even while she sleeps, I pray.
And I suspect I will for many decades to come.
Oh… yes indeedy!
Thank you, God, for letting us borrow this child for a time, here on earth. Let us never take it for granted. And help us at each stop along the way. Please give us energy in spades and wisdom in plenty. I do believe I’m gonna need it.