Buba, you are the best big brother I always wanted you to be to Missy Moo. When she needed you most you were right beside her this week when she was in the hospital. You rubbed her back, kissed her forehead and told her it will be ok. You were good for Mommy and Daddy when we needed you to be, waiting so patiently in the waiting room for hours. We were so proud of you. You really are growing up too fast. When I look back on this week, even with the few hiccups of attitude we have had you are passing the toddler phase and almost four now. Soon you will be starting school and everything will be a whirlwind thereafter. Your favorite thing to do at the moment next to playing with your cars is reading about cars. You crawl up in the rocking chair of your sister’s room while she builds legos at your feet and you read your Lighting McQueen books over and over. I sit back and watch you, wondering how you got so big, and how much you will change this year.
Missy Moo, you have become that child that climbs, that child that jumps and runs around with no fear. You gave Mommy a fright this week banging your head on the tv unit and catching one of the drawer handles on your eye, splitting it wild open. A long night in the hospital and you are back running around without a care in the world, like nothing ever happened. But now I am paranoid of your tomboy ways? Will there but more hospital visits? More bumps and scrapes? As your mother I want to bubble wrap you until your 18. Can I do that? Am I allowed? It would save me so much heartache. As I laid in bed last night thinking about my worries I realized you have only just become… ME! I was the one sitting in my own mother’s lap with my head bleeding and have stitches to prove just how alike we are. I was the climbing, rough and tumbling one. My mother calls it pay back for all the fright I gave her. So I will embrace your inner adventurous side with cautious and know these are good traits to have as you get older. In the meantime, please be more careful little girl. You are still my baby.