Tuesday, September 9, 2008

To my daughter on her eight birthday, give or take a day or two

Dear Noa:

Happy Birthday baby doll. Eight years old. How on Earth did that happen?

You already know all the stories because there is nothing else you'd rather talk about than yourself. (1) You know how you were born less than an hour after we arrived at the hospital. How you were the easiest baby but the most impossible toddler. How you didn't say a word until you were two. How you ate literally nothing but chicken for years.

Here's something I bet you didn't know. You were a surprise. Actually surprise isn't even a strong enough word, let me check a thesaurus. A shock. A bombshell. When you're thirteen (2) and we discuss all the facts of life, Mommy can fill you in on three different kinds of birth control she knows for a fact do not work. (3)

But as much as Mommy hates to quote Roseanne Barr, she did say it best. "A surprise was something you didn't even know you wanted until you got it."

I was already a Mommy, but you made me step up my game. Motherhood is way more than feeding and clothing a child. Discovering what made you tick was a full-time job. (4) Answering your questions was the part-time job I had to take after I already worked my full-time job. Like this guy I knew once who was a lawyer all day and a pharmacist on weekends. Exhausting.

But totally worth it.

Happy Birthday Noa. I love you.


1) Your mother's daughter through and through.
2) Is that when we do it? Cause I know Daddy would like you to be thirty.
3) On the bright side when you don't figure out why you're nauseous and have to pee constantly until almost ten weeks along, the next thirty go by pretty quick.

4) Except I'd totally be fired by now cause I do not have a CLUE.

7 comments:

teri said...

Happy Birthday Noa!!! You are truly one of a kind. And, no, that isn't a backhanded compliment. Much.

Just think, SG, your best years with Noa are yet to come. And I'll be in the trenches with you!

The Jet Set Girls said...

Here's to surprises! (I've got a couple of my own.) Happy Bday Noa!

Cindy said...

Uh, you might not want to wait until she's thirteen. They'll start covering it in school in 4th grade, and you really don't want them to hear it from school first!

Yup, I had to explain to mine how I really did WANT them, I just happened to be taking steps to prevent them at the time.

I'm Julie said...

Oh, that is the greatest letter!

She is so lucky to have a mom who can put such love into such humorous words!

Happy Birthday Noa! 8 is great!

countrymouse said...

Oh yeah--you and Noa are headed toward a wonderful relationship/friendship/goof-fest just like me and my Beautiful share : )

And I'm passing this post along to my lovely daughter who is *thisclose* to becomming a mommy to a little girl herself!

Happy birthday to your little girl!

countrymouse said...

p.s. I'm sorry my grammar and spelling sucked in my comment. I was distracted by a phone call from a telemarketer. I cannot multitask . . . unless eating chocolate while having sex is considered multitasking . . . but you probably didn't want to know about that : )

Sherry said...

Daughters are the most beautiful creatures ever invented, and oddly enough I am glad that I have only one, so I can lavish her with all the love in my heart, and not share it with anyone else.
Happy Birthday Noa! Here's wishing you and your Mom the closeness and love that every Mother daughter duo deserve.