Today, my baby girl turns 11. I swear, I was celebrating her arrival just yesterday, then I blinked, and here we are.
She is a lovely, sweet, bright, thoughtful, beautiful girl, who has always seemed wise beyond her years.
At the time she was born, I was at such a tumultuous time in my life. I was unsure what the future would hold, and how I would meet it. All of that changed when she was born. When I held her, and looked down at my perfect, precious, beautiful baby girl, she looked up at me, wide eyed, with complete calm. Her eyes seemed to say, “It’s all going to be okay. Do not worry.. do not fret. It will be okay.” Her very presence saved me.. saved us, when I didn’t even realize we needed saving, and brought everything into perspective. I had to make it all okay for her. She deserved to have everything be okay. Making it just right for my children has been my purpose ever since.
Every moment of her life in mine has been precious. It’s not always cupcakes and sprinkles ; we live in a real family after all! but, every moment has been a treasure. Having two grown children before her made it all very clear: The moments will fly by and before I know it she’ll be grown. The years where she is with us every day are dwindling, the moments, less, the minutes, ticking by, and it’s hard to remember to stay in the moment, even when you are aware it’s fleeting.
Just as hard? Remembering past moments. I have a terrible memory. I forget things constantly. But, although I may not remember every single second, it’s truly the simple moments, of just being her mom, that I treasure the most. The every day love she gives. The mundane tasks of fixing her hair, making sure she’s brushed her teeth, chats about nothing. The moments and days and weeks of love.
These moments, they add up! In our 11-years together, I estimate I have:
- Read her 12,045 bedtime stories and sang her no less than 4015 bedtime songs.
- Purchased more than 33 pairs of shoes, and enjoyed the shopping trips that prompted the purchases.
- Travelled at least 18,656 miles with her to and from her various after school activities.
- Tied her hair in 1,040 pigtails, complete with hair bows.
- Watched her frolicking in the ocean, without an ounce of fear, for 150 hours.
- Enjoyed the sounds of her laughter for 481,800 minutes.
- Cheered her on from the sidelines at approximately 440 sporting events.
- Watched 102,960 hours of her favorite TV shows.. I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve watched Cinderella.
- Consumed over 14,300 kernels of popcorn with her during family movie night.
- Held her close for a minimum of 28,908,000 seconds.
- Decorated her room 4 times.
- Explored over 264 miles with her by foot and bicycle.
- Hosted close to 13,520 play dates, during which we’ve shared about 600 cookies and 300 cups of juice with her friends
- Suffered through her eating 396 green beans.
- Comforted her and dried her tears 2,093 times.
- Cleaned ice cream from her cheek 264 times.
- Bandaged her knees 132 times.
- Attended no less than 35 school events.
- Baked her 11 birthday cakes.
- Hand written approximately 110 invitations to her birthday parties
- Listened and talked with her for at least 1,734,480,000 milliseconds.
- Marvelled at all her amazing qualities for the equivalent of 481,800 hours.. a girls gotta sleep!
I’m no mathematician – as a matter of fact, I’m terrible at math, and I’m not organized enough to have tracked all of these things. This is a rough, and conservative, estimate only – but there is no question that all of these moments with her.. the mundane, the celebratory, the sad, the sweet, throughout the past 4,015 days, all add up to some of the greatest moments of my life. And, lucky for me, they’ll just keep multiplying, because math.. and moments.. are like that, as long as you continue to appreciate them.
Happy Birthday, my sweet girl. You are loved more than you could ever know!
Thanks for allowing me to gush.. We will now resume our regularly scheduled crafting/decorating/nonsense!