Today my kids are 9 and 11, since I wasn’t in the habit of blogging when 8 and 10 commenced, I wrote my thoughts down in a good old fashion journal.
At 8 years old you so aware, so curious, so thoughtful about the world around you. You are fast, you are strong, you love Harry Potter books and your cat, Goodman. You’ve made a best friend, your first beyond your sister and this family. You received your First Communion and asked so many great questions through out the whole process it made me consider religious education in a new light. You enjoy more space from your sister this year, you are putting more importance in your own voice instead of always deferring to her. I still get one of your amazing morning hugs every morning, you still like to be tucked in at night, you are still not very good at brushing your teeth – this might be a personality thing? You have some of the neatest hand writing I’ve ever seen on an 8 year old – boy or girl. I love you more.
At 11 years old some changes are definitely afoot. You are sleepy again, almost like a toddler, your emotions can overwhelm you and bring you way down or raise you way up – this scares you a bit and we are learning to ride these waves together. Your love of dance continues and you had your first year preforming with the competitive dance team, you LOVE performing. Ballet has replaced hip-hop as your preferred style of dance. You are clever, funny, sincere, innocent, beautiful and vulnerable. You let things in, you try things out, you remain one of the most fearless people I’ve ever encountered. I love you more too.