it’s not about you

Judah turned four years old today. I tucked her into bed last night and told her that it was the last night she would be three, and that when she woke up in the morning she would be FOUR. YEARS. OLD. She was very excited.

I woke up at 3:15 this morning and couldn’t go back to sleep. Realizing I only had a half hour before the time she was born, and that four years ago at this time, I was screaming my lungs out in labor, I thought I’d reminisce a bit.

After she was born and we were about to be discharged from the birth center, I began to panic - we were about to take her home, where there was no midwife, no birth assistants, no one to tell us what to do with this little creature that had popped out of me. It was up to ME to feed her and take care of her, and KEEP HER ALIVE, and I was petrified.

I think we’ve done pretty well so far. I was hoping to post a photo of the day she was born, but we’ve had some trouble locating our 2003 image folder. All the photos are misplaced. Instead, Joshua and I spent about an hour looking at random image previews from her first year of life. Two things came to mind - (1) damn, she was a cute baby, and (2) wow, she is LOVED - loved by many people.

I adjusted well to three - three I was ready for. Four? Um, not so much. See, three is still toddler, still a baby, but FOUR. Well, she might just as much pack her bags cause she’s going off to college next year (all you parents of older children are laughing at me, I know). But FOUR is school age. Four is a child, not a baby, and I’d just like to hold on to three a bit longer. Four is a big girl.

She had better start earning her keep.

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