My daughter, Mila will be turning 7 in 2 weeks. Seven. Seven YEARS old.
Holy shit.
My girl. My baby. I still call her "Baby" on a daily basis and there's nothing better than when she answers to it like it's nothing.
The girl who made me a mom. The girl who gave this mom a really freaking good baby. I know I'm blessed to have two healthy children with no major health issues (well, besides the chronic condition of asthma...but it's manageable and I don't think it'll cause premature death).
But to get Mila as my first baby...it was magical.
Not only was my pregnancy pretty standard and smooth, other than having high blood pressure towards the end.
Delivery was smooth as well. No complaints. Epidural. 5 hours of labor and here she was! 6lbs 8oz of perfection.
We were madly in love.
10 days old!
10 days old!
5 months
9 months
10 months
16 months - camping in ADK
Summer of 2013
2 years old!
2 year 8 months - when Ava was born
3 years old!
3.5 years
4 years
5 years old - First Day of Kindergarten!
5.5 years old - waiting for the bus
Just smooth.
And it matches her personality. She's always been a rule follower, general good listener and good person. She's a good friend and thinks of others.
We are seriously so, so lucky.
Don't get me wrong, she's still a kid and she still did totally normal baby/toddler/kid antics that totally drove me nuts. But in general, she was just a great baby. We could go to restaurants, just put her in her seat and eat and enjoy our meal.
If we went somewhere, she just came with us. Anyone could hold her. She loved everyone. She was happy and smiley and everyone loved her!
She's sassier now that she's getting into her "tween years" <holy shit I can't believe I just typed that>. She has an attitude for sure...I get really annoyed with her sometimes, and have very little patience for bullshit sass and 'tude, but then I remember what torture I put my poor parents through. I deserve every little bit she throws at me. LOL.
But 7.
She's maturing and is so much fun to be around. We chat about things. She's not afraid to be different or say her mind.
We're legit friends. I can't wait to do stuff with her. I ask her opinion all the time.
Even though she can get mouthy with us, every time she has a play date or spends time with other people, they ALWAYS tell me how wonderfully behaved she is, and how lovely she is and how they always welcome her back, yada yada. I'm always beaming.
Her parent/teacher conferences always go well.
I can't believe it's been 7 years. She's taught me so much. She taught me that I can't control everything and that's ok. She's definitely NOT "Type A" like I am, so there are times I get frustrated with her lack of organization or time management, but realize that that's not the most important thing in life.
She loves art and I love that she loves art. She asked if she could go to art school and I told her absolutely.
She's an amazing big sister to a little sister who is um...challenging.
She will give up whatever it is <last cracker, the pick of TV show, the last piece of candy> to her little sister so that she won't throw a fit.
I might regret this, but I thought it'd be fun - on her actual birthday this year, she's on spring break and I'm going to take the day off to spend with her.
I'm going to let her pick whatever it is we do that day.
Within reason, of course.
But, I'm literally going to let her decide what we're going to do, from the moment she wakes up. Want to go out for breakfast? Sure! It's your birthday! Want to eat ice cream for lunch? Sure!
Let's see how this goes! I may do a "day in the life post" just to document it!
She's my girl and I'm so proud to be her mom. I can't wait to see what her future holds!
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