You are 7. I laugh when I think about it because the years have gone faster than I ever imagined. But here we are with you, our first baby, the one who made us parents, and you are 7. 7 going on 17. The year went by quickly. It was the best we have had since we relocated to TN. The easiest. All of you are healthy, daddy's business has done well, we are incredibly blessed by our God.
At 7 you are tall and lanky. You hair is turning darker and you have lost 5 teeth. You are strikingly beautiful in your own right. You have the wit of an adult and the sarcasm to match. You understand things that most 7 year old children do not. There was a time that this quality was something we were proud of. But now I fear we may have failed you in some way. robbed you too early of being a kid that thinks of things like if mermaids are real or how does Santa get into the house if there is no chimney. And it is in those times that tears come and will not stop. Because I know what lies ahead of you. Real life, real world, real problems that increase the older you get. And I pray that the bit of silly that is left in your heart, that your daddy seems best at bringing out, will stay there.
This year we have home schooled first grade and to say it has been difficult would be an understatement at best. You and I have fought non-stop, daily. There are days that I wonder if you really even like me. And then there are days and we enjoy so much that I realize that being your mom is the best thing that has ever happened to me. On the bad days I go to bed and tears drop as I pray that when we are through, and you are grown, you will not only appreciate it but you will still enjoy me enough to want to spend time with me. Truthfully, I know that it can go either way. Some people cannot wait for their moms to visit, others tolerate them at best. I am praying for option one. We are very different and the more we talk the more I realize that you just miss me. You need us both, your dad and I, one on one. We have not done that well, yet. My goal for your 7th year of life is to give you more of that.
Kat you are talented. You love music, you love to sing and dance and you are about to start piano lessons. You are athletic. Quick. Good hands. Great coordination. You are going to be able to be whatever you choose to be when you are grown. You are smart, but you are easily bored which makes teaching a challenge. But, you and I make a great team and we are working on it. The truth is mama would be lost without you. You are a wonderful sister. Presley is your best friend and Josie wants you more than she wants me. You are helpful and able to do almost anything I ask of you. We joke that if you could reach the stove, we could let you babysit. Your manners are amazing and your sense of responsibility unreal.
Your favorites right now are Pink, Barbies, chocolate, daddy, Janet, Big, Nana, Ava, Francesca Battistelli, Britt Nicole, Taylor Swift, Art, Crafts, Nancy Drew Books and your sisters. But at the end of the day, Thank goodness, your mama is whose face you want to see.
Happy Birthday Kat. Thank you for making me the proudest, most blessed mama that ever lived. We love you bigger than the sky.
Mama, Daddy, Presley and Josie Hope