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Friday, February 11, 2011

truths...

to be quite honest, being a parent is definitely the best, and hardest job there is.  it seems as though i have an idea in my head about how our year will go, and then the year gets here and it is nothing like i imagined.  its harder, better, and more beautiful than the image i initially get in my head.  the fifth year has proven to not be any different that the years before when it comes my precious, vibrant little.  at five and a half, little miss ava is...

confident.  she stands by her convictions and is not easily persuaded.
fearful.  she has come to learn that her mama is a 'i mean business' kind of lady.  that i don't like to say things twice, and this causes her to be scared.  at least i have THAT going for me.
devious.  partly because she like to lie,and partly because she doesn't like to get in trouble.  the poor girl has yet to realize that not telling the truth the first time around will actually get you in more trouble.
sweet. she loves to snuggle up and gives the best hugs.
boisterous.  her voice (not unlike mine) tends to travel.  she talks really fast and uses lots of hand motions.
dramatic.  sometimes i look at her and the vision of her at fifteen flashes in front of me.  it is truly terrifying.
sassy.  girlfriend has the eye-rolling and go to hell look down.  makes a mom proud.
independent.  she loves her 'me' time, and does really well playing in her room all by herself.
lazy.  she would spend the whole day laying in bed watching cartoons if i let her.
happy.  she is always singing (look out AI) and dancing around the house.
active. she loves playing baseball in the house with her daddy.
smart.  sometimes she asks questions that i don't know how to answer.  and she's five.  and a half. we are most definitely going to need an intervention.
creative. drawing pictures and writing in her notebook is one of her favorite past times.
compassionate.  she cried at the end of Ramona and Beezus.  precious.

these things and more make up my beautiful, vibrant little.  this age is nothing like i had expected.  its harder, better, and more beautiful that i could have ever imagined.  being her mom is the best gift i have ever been given.


1 comment:

Sarah said...

I love this!!! I hope my Ava is a lot like your sweet Ava as she grows up!! Beautifully written, Mom!!! Love both you girls!!!!