Brace yourself, I'm going to brag. I'm a mom. I'm entitled to brag on my child some, and I don't think I do it enough, so here goes.
Brooklyn has done SO many things the past few days that have impressed, surprised and excited me. I'm not saying she's a wise old sage or even that she's more advanced than others her age. For goodness sake, the kid tried to brush her teeth with her hair brush tonight, so I'm obviously not teaching distinction well enough. A brush is a brush, right?
But still. In the past couple of days Brooklyn has done so much more than she was able to do even last week. She can identify Elmo, Big Bird, Count, Grover, Cookie Monster. She can point out cats, dogs, birds, lions, monkeys, ducks bees, and more that I'm forgetting. She showed me that she knew what books, baseballs, ears, eyes, teeth, noses, hands, and feet are. All from me asking, "Brooklyn, where's ____". She holds up her feet when I tell her we need to put her shoes and socks on. When Brandon wakes her up from a nap she starts stretching to remind him of their routine. Yesterday we couldn't find the Xbox controller, so we asked Brooklyn, "Where did you put Daddy's Xbox controller?" She walked into the living room and pointed by the recliner- exactly where it was. She can say the words mama, daddy, cat, go, uh-oh, mud (weird, yes, but it's in a book and she repeated it), thank you, hi, bye, night (as in night-night), no. She can sign all-done, daddy, milk, more, and ball.
And tonight she showed me the sign for "who" and "shh". So when I was really proud of her and called her a good girl, she one-up'ed herself, signing "girl" while repeating "good girl". I picked her up in my arms and she laid her head on my shoulder, giving me a hug and saying "good girl" over and over.
Even as I write this, my eyes are welling up with tears.
I don't care if she is top, bottom or middle of her classes in school. I don't care if she is off the charts gorgeous or plain jane. I don't care about any of that, because I know that I have a "good girl", and to me that's all that matters.
I'm going to share a song with you. It's a Beatles song that I didn't know before my sister got married 7 1/2 years ago. It's one of the sweetest songs I've ever heard, and has become one of Brooklyn's lullabies. We sing this to her constantly.
Who knows how long I've loved you?
You know I love you still.
Will I wait a lonely lifetime?
If you want me to, I will.
For if I ever saw you
I didn't catch your name.
But if never really mattered,
I will always feel the same.
Love you forever and forever.
Love you with all my heart.
Love you whenever we're together.
Love you when we're apart.
And when at last I find you,
Your song will fill the air.
Sing it loud so I can hear you.
Make it easy to be near you.
For the things you do endear you to me.
Ah, you know I will.
Love you forever and forever.
If you've got a "good girl" or a "good boy" in your life, tell them how much you love them, and praise be to God tonight and forever!