My Sunshine

October 13, 2012 at 6:48 am | Posted in Lollipop | 14 Comments
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I have a drawing on my dresser. Magenta and violet flowers — humongous and vibrant, the kind I grow only in my dreams — turn their petaled faces toward the azure sky. The canary-yellow sun smiles down on the pastoral scene. He is wearing sunglasses.

Lollipop made it for me.

With her purple-and-candy-corn Halloween pencil, she wrote, “I love you, Mommy. Love, Lollipop” except it really looks like this: I! LOVE! YOU! MOMMY! LOVE! LOLLIPOP! because she also loves exclamation marks.

 

She is 6 today. (She! is! 6!)

Every day is a reminder that she is exactly like me — creative, a rule-follower, a lover of broccoli and bulletin boards. And she is nothing like me — assertive, sequin-wearing, a lollipop-and-licorice girl to the sweet, sticky core.

She keeps an apron on the towel hook in the kitchen, a daily visual reminder to me that she wants to help with dinner. Measuring, pouring, mixing, these are her favorites.

She asks questions like “What is infinity plus pi?” and “Are okapis omnivores or herbivores?” and “When are you going to wash my socks with the purple ghosts on them?”

Give her some paper, pipe cleaners, tinfoil, and yarn and she will whip up a cat mobile or a bunny cave or a pot of rainbow soup.

She is our family’s goodwill ambassador, making friends with fellow restaurant patrons, post-office customers, and the lady in the stall next to us.

She takes her cheeseburger plain, her hot dog with ketchup, and her orange juice with ice.

She wears dresses — pink, purple, plaid, velvet, ruffles, buttons, bows, tulle, jewels, flowers, butterflies, Scottie dogs, you name it — 365 days a year. And twice on Sundays. And Tuesdays. And sometimes Fridays.

She corrals her brothers into tutus. She demands that they play school or pet store or hair salon with her. She is their fairy-winged handler, and they adoringly offer her tributes of marshmallows and pink chalk-nubs.

She is exactly who she is. I feel as though I’ve known her forever — and that I’ll never fully know her.

Like the dresses lined up in her closet, she is layer upon layer of goodness and grace, sweetness and smarts, keenness and kindness.

She is my! life’s! sparkliest! sequin!

Do you marvel at who your children are and are becoming? At how they are so alike — and so different — from you? At how they possibly got to be 6 already??

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  1. My son is only just three, but in the two weeks since his birthday, I can more readily see (I think) who he is becoming than I could even a month ago. It is such a joy to witness the journey. (And others’ journeys, too!)

  2. D’oh! I forgot the “happy birthday” part! That.

  3. Happy Birthday Lollipop ! She sounds wonderful :)

  4. Happiest of birthdays to your BEAUTIFUL! IMAGINATIVE! LOVING! CREATIVE! Lollipop! As always, your posts remind me that love is in the details.

  5. What a beautiful tribute! Happy birthday, Lollipop! Love the part about goodwill ambassador… :) So funny!

  6. Happy birthday Lollipop!
    What a sweet and lucky little girl you are!

  7. Happy! Happy Birthday!!! to my fellow lover of exclamation points!!!!! Seems like only yesterday that we were having a book shower…

  8. Or how they moved past 30 without my noticing!

  9. Awww! Happy Birthday Lollipop!

  10. i love this so much. happy birthday, lollipop!

  11. Happy Happy Belated Birthday Lollipop!

  12. Happy birthday Lollipop! A rare jewel indeed, full of sparkle and fire. And sweet too!

  13. I hope Lollipop and you had a wonderful birthday! This is such a lovely post about a lovely little girl. Six is the big leagues, eh?

    I love this: “I feel as though I’ve known her forever — and that I’ll never fully know her.” I feel that way about my mom…

  14. Happy birthday Lollipop!!! My older daughter was born on the 13th too. And something tells me they would’ve been really good friends too because your description of your feisty little girl reminds me of my own.

    Sorry I’m late with this greeting…just so glad to be finally catching up. Although, I really should be in bed, what with the 4am wake-up call and all (catching a 7am flight).


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