Happy 7th birthday big girl. We just started second grade and your reading ability has taken off. You just read My Father’s Dragon on your own and are working on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. You still love history and every historical figure that comes into your path. We must “do” history every day. You and Math are still not good friends. Milo is being mostly cooperative during our schooling time which is helping us immensely.
Some of your clothing issues have calmed down a wee bit. That has been nice. Your emotional meltdowns come in clumps now. I thought that we would be past that sort of drama by this age. I was wrong. There is still hope though.
Sadly, this year you experienced your first passing of a family member. We lost our beloved Aunt Robin this year. You took it very hard. It broke our hearts watching you so upset. Your genuine emotional pain hurt me so much. This event has brought spirituality into the forefront of your thoughts this year. It has been hard. I’m not a very spiritual person and am unsure of my own beliefs so when trying to comfort you I fell back on my Christian upbringing. God and heaven have been talked about and talked about and talked about. You have new questions daily. You stump me often. I’m baffled by all your little mind thinks about. You are so smart. I tried to paint you a picture of a beautiful afterlife and that calmed your sad heart, but you still aren’t buying it all. Every time there is a dead bug, all of your questions about what happens to it after death come back at me. You make me promise over and over that there is a heaven and it will go there. Everything must not just end. Dying being the end is not an answer to you…and then “Hey, if all living things go to heaven, doesn’t that mean dinosaurs are in heaven now? If they are, wouldn’t they eat all the people?”
You love for your grand parents to visit us, but you always want them to play with you-not just visit. You will not accept that most grown-ups don’t play with kids toys or run around yelling to imaginary super heroes. You can’t understand why visiting people just want to talk. “What’s so fun about that?” “Why don’t you all want to sing? and play?”
Milo and you are sweet to each other about half the time. You do look out for each other and that always warms my heart. The rest of the time you are vying for the biggest cookie or the most drink in a cup or the best flashlight and who can be the first down the stairs. Screaming always ensues. Little monkeys. Soon there will be a third child in our house and you are hoping for a girl. You want a sister to play with now.
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