*sigh*
As the years go by, I get a little more freaked out. My kids both have birthdays coming up, Cheyenne's is today and Caleb's is in July. They are growing up so fast and soon driving will be introduced, college choices will be discovered and the work force will be part of their lives. That literally freaks me out.
I always thought I would be okay when the time came for all of the milestones to hit. However, I am quickly realizing that I am not ready for them at all. Honestly, it makes me want to cry. I try to remind myself that there is a season for everything and as they get older, the seasons may change but each one is good in a different way. As much as I tell myself this, it doesn't change the fact that I don't like the thought of my kids dating, driving or leaving home. I don't know if I can deal with it.
With that being said, today is my daughter's birthday. She is an absolutely amazing young lady. She was born via C-Section (scheduled) and it was not a pleasant experience. I had my son via C-Section and it was a breeze, however Cheyenne decided to be difficult and she has been quite the opinionated one ever since she could voice her opinion.
She was a pretty adorable kid. She had brown hair, blue eyes and a smile that would melt the hardest hearts. She had a pacifier until she was almost 4. There were many times we made late night runs to Wal-Mart for fear of no sleep because of a screaming toddler demanding her comforting pacifier. She would talk and we would always say - "Sis, take the nuk out." She would pluck it from her mouth, say what needed to be said, then pop it right back in. Many times she would just try to talk around it, sounding a wee bit like Sylvester the cat.
Speaking of talking, her speech was pretty bad. It wasn't until she was about 6 years old that other people outside of us could understand her. Her therapist said she had a condition where her brain liked to omit or switch letters. So for the word "like" she may say "ike" or for "that" she may say "thaz". They explained it like a light switch that was off and they had to teach her how to turn it on. It was very frustrating for her. She would try and try to communicate and we would have to translate. There were times even we had no idea what she was saying and would have to ask her brother, Caleb. He always understood her. It was so bad we called it "Chey-nese". Three years of speech and she is good to go. There are still some words she struggles with but over all she has come a long way.
She was the one who got us into church. Without her persistence, we may never have went. Thank God He used her to reach us. She was baptized at the age of 8 and has loved God and the church ever since.
She has been a tremendous blessing to us. She is so smart and funny and she marches to the beat of her own drum. There are times she wears something that makes me raise my eyebrows but then I laugh it off because she is who she is. I raised her to be herself and be happy with who she is - and she is just that.
So, in light of her birthday, I just wanted to jot down some things that make me smile as I think back on her last 15 years......
She loved Teletubbies - LaLa was her favorite (she said Ya-Ya)
Her nuk (pacifier) was part of her body for 4 years of her life.
She loved to cuddle, and still does.
She loves animals.
She loves her friends dearly.
She is quick to anger but also quick to forgive.
She enjoys just being around people.
She wanted to be a culinary artist but is now thinking of psychology.
She loves to bake and cook.
She loves to draw and is quite good at it.
She loves - LOVES - unicorns and believes that God has one on standby for when she gets to heaven (and I believe that too).
She isn't quick to give her heart away.
She loves God.
She has passion in everything she does.
Her favorite colors are purple and pink.
She loves books and reading.
She still watches Clubhouse Disney in the mornings.
She has an imagination that cannot be surpassed.
Her feelings get hurt easily but only because she loves so passionately.
She has her own sense of style.
She is quick witted.
She is and always has been a clown, loving to make people laugh.
She is smart and surprises me daily.
She has an amazing singing voice.
She is cute as a button.
She used to play in the dryer when she was little.
For the first 5 years of her life, it wasn't uncommon for us to wake up with her in the bed with us.
I adore her and am truly blessed that God chose me to be her mother.
With that being said, here is my prayer for her --
I pray that you seek God with your whole heart and never stop. I pray that as you grow older and boys come and go, that the one God has chosen for you will have to seek out God to get to you. I pray he is smart, funny and treats you like the princess you are. I pray that he is as unique and amazing as you are so that you both can laugh as you watch Spongebob together. I pray that the journey you take on this earth is abundantly blessed. I pray that everything your hands touch and every place your feet land are a blessing to God. I pray that as you transition from your teen years into adulthood that you take a deep breath and enjoy the little things around you. I pray that the choices you make are wise ones and that you include me in your life long after you are a mother of your own. I pray that you never get tired of me calling you, meddling in your life or just being there when you need someone. I pray that you always laugh hard and play in the rain. I pray that you seek out happiness even when the world seems against you. I pray that whenever and wherever you are in life, you will always know that I love you and that I will drop everything to be there for you.
Most of all, I pray for happiness.
I love you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHEYENNE!
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