You are getting so big, so fast. I can’t believe how far we’ve come. You are so smart and the things you say amaze me every single day. The connections you make and your memory shocks me. You make me crazy but you make me so happy, I don’t think you can have one without the other. Often we are so much alike and that makes for some serious fireworks in our house, we don´t like to go to sleep, right? But it’s what makes you, YOU and I love every bit of it.
You tell me you want "pum" because you want us to take you to the circus, mama! You tell me you want "ame" and it’s up to me to figure out if you want a your toys, your books, or your dolls. With a little guidance you learn to correctly pronounce words. You could talk for hours on the phone to no one in particular. How did you get so old?
You now go to your nursery school and off with your friends and teacher after a quick kiss and hug. But there are still days were you are my tiny - baby girl and you want nothing more to stay with mama. I hate to see you cry for me or cry at all. Hate it.
You are incredibly strong-willed and a damn good communicator. Don’t ever let anyone tell you those are bad traits to have. You are no softy. Daddy throws you around like a rag doll as you squeal with delight saying “ma, papá, ma!!!!” (more, daddy, more!). Although you do have a very tender heart who gives lots of hugs to anyone who needs them. And who wouldn’t want a hug from you with that beautiful face of yours twisted with concern. You randomly demand group hugs and it doesn’t matter where we are, like the middle of Wong. I’ll be 110 years old and never stop wanting to give you kisses. I promise to always be your dance partner, I could fake ballroom dance with you for hours or rock out to Lady Gaga if you choose. I will be here with you every step of the way.
Life is hard and sometimes downright sucks. I want to protect you from it all but I can’t and really it only makes you a stronger woman. It hurts me to see you hurt but we both know you will be strong enough to handle things before needing your mama.
My only hope is that one day you can read these stories about you growing up and understand how awesome you really are. Memories of things you won’t remember. Maybe I document too much but it reminds me how far we’ve come in this journey together. I don’t mean to cause you any embarrassment, you are hilarious and it just shows how you make our lives full because without you there wouldn’t be any meaning to it anymore.
Parenting can be impossibly hard and I document the good and the bad, for you. You are why I write.
Life Lesson #1 for my beautiful princess: You can’t always have what you want but everything you need is right at your fingertips.
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