Back when I started this blog thingie, my youngest child was
a shy little four-year-old, and I nicknamed her Little Bit.
Today that child turned seven.
She’s quite tall for her age, slim and blonde and pixie-ish,
currently sporting a gap-toothed grin. She
has pink, girly tastes like her sister.
Apparently they inherited that from their dad.
My daughter has always been strongly attached to me. As a baby she never let me put her down. As a toddler she stuck close to me at all
times. Even now she often clings. But
little by little, in tiny steps, she gains confidence, independence, and
She tells me that when she’s grown up she will still live
here with me and TGeek. She’s aware that
I believe she will change her mind about that, but she knows in her heart it’s
Every day she goes to 1st grade and learns new
stuff. All day she runs with her posse,
room to room and across campus. She’s
got that environment mastered. And every
day when I pick her up, she’s happy to see me.
She wants to go home where she feels the safest.
She’s still cuddly and sweet, with no hint of the
anxious-to-grow-up-faster that seems to grab kids at younger and younger
So even though my kid is a big seven-year-old now, I’m still
going to call her Little Bit. For at
least one more year.
Happy birthday baby girl. I love you.