Not so long ago, I had a little girl who taught me a whole lot about who I was when I was a little girl. Just like me, she was born bald and grew a little curl right in the middle of her forehead, and just like me, when she was good, she was very, very good, and when she was bad… well, I won’t talk about that because today is her birthday.
This little girl, learned to walk when she was 8 1/2 months old, not one step, but eight. She learned to tie her shoes when she was four, all by herself. “Look, Mom, look what I can do!” she proclaimed as she looped her laces around clumsy fingers. I waited, ready to help her; she didn’t need me. No one even showed her how, she just watched and learned.
This little girl, was convinced she could ride her father’s bike when she was five. “Look, Mom, all I have to do is get down here under the bar,” and she started to hop up on the peddles. I stopped her on that one.
This little girl walked up to a saleswoman, put one hand on her waist, shifted her weight to one hip, and asked, “Do you have a raincoat for a little girl like me? I need one for kindergarten.” I continued searching with fruitless vigor, determined that I could find it myself.
This little girl once proclaimed that when she grew up, she would do all the things I did: “Have a baby, get a horse, then get married. That’s the way you did it, right?” Well, yes honey, but not in that order. She cleaned the bathrooms for a year, to save up money to get her horse.
Some people might think this little girl is stubborn and foolish, with her head in the clouds. I say this little girl can do just about anything she sets her mind to, faces challenges with great bravery, and listens to her heart.
Today I will spend the day with my little girl, celebrating all that she is and all the unexpected things she taught me.
Do you have someone in your life, like my little girl?