Sunday (non) Sense 08-03-14 Vol 2.29 Who Knows Where The Time Goes? We’ve all heard the phrase, “last but not least.” When we know that something is the final in a line of however many we are acknowledging that just because it turned up at the end of the line doesn’t mean it’s any less worthy than all that came before. Sometimes we have to dig to find the merit or worth in the “last.” For me that’s the easiest job ever. My “last” is Emma Claire. This Tuesday she turns 13-years-old. I have no more babies. My girls are growing and flying just as they’re supposed to do. There’s a part of me that wants my little ones to stay just that. The larger part of my heart though is enthralled, amazed and so full as I watch my last grow and blossom. Emma Claire has been a beautiful and gentle spirit from the moment she graced this planet. She truly is a child of the earth. There’s magic about Emma Claire. When she envisions something it happens. She is the personification of the law of attraction. Emma Claire sends out to the universe that which she desires and as though by magic, it appears. There have been times I’ve been tempted to quash her notions, not wanting her to be disappointed. Instead, though, I’ve learned to go with her seemingly fanciful process and I live to be surprised and amazed at each turn. Yesterday Emma Claire had a couple of her friends over to help her celebrate her upcoming birthday. The girls played in the sun, climbed at the playground and decorated a birthday cake. They chased lightning bugs and despite the sky being dark my yard was aglow in the twinkling of the fireflies and smiles of young girls still believing in the powerful forces of nature and beauty. As I was ready to zonk out after a full evening the girls were still so full of life. They were dancing on the deck, singing in full voice and, every now and then, tracking down more flying and sparkling bugs. The giggles in between songs created the greatest symphony. Emma Claire is approaching this new crossroad of her life with joy and anticipation. She is excited to be a teen and is sure that these next steps will be full of adventure, guided by butterflies and lit by the stars. There is a pure belief that emanates from this child with the beautiful voice and the untarnished soul. When Emma Claire was little I told her that my heart would break if, when she became a teen, she would no longer let me hold her and give her hugs and kisses in public. She, oh so sweetly, looked at me and promised me that I had no reason for concern. I, of course, don’t want to hold her back. I do, however, want to hold her. Emma Claire loves fully and out loud. She never leaves a room without telling me she loves me. I respond in kind and we blow kisses to one another and catch them mid-air and place them on our respective cheeks. That’s my Emma Claire. Emma Claire is sweet and she is sensitive. She is also, though, strong of will and powerful when it comes to her passions. Emma Claire knows what is right and is genuinely surprised when someone else doesn’t. She is on a clear and steady path. I worry about her sensitivity and get concerned about the “mean girls” who try to hurt her. Then I hear her talking about someone who has said something unkind to her and, somehow, she brushes it off, already realizing that the person’s comment had more to do with them than with her. She’s got things figured out in a way that most don’t understand until they’re much older. Emma Claire has a depth that is often missed because of her calm and quiet nature. When she opens up and lets us know what’s really going on in her mind and in her heart we are stunned. Emma Claire is also blessed in that she has three older sisters to love and guide her. She is close, in different ways, with each of them. She looks up to and adores her sisters and they, in turn, offer her a bond that can only come from a sister. My last is not least in any way, shape or form. My last has a most wondrous spirit. My last is most certainly a powerful force of nature while harmoniously tending to all that is natural. My last is most definitely loved with all my heart. My last deserves the most fabulous of birthdays and a most wonderful life. Emma Claire, may you always know that you are the perfect completion of a family of sisters and that you fill in the place in our lives and our hearts that we never even knew existed. You open a world of wonder that we would otherwise miss. You show us the way to be in the world instead of walk through the world. You bring a beautiful and glorious change to my every instant. I thank you for the spirit that guides you and for the lessons you teach me. I love you madly and am a most grateful mother today and always. {If you’ve missed a Sunday (non) Sense or want to revisit one, they’re all waiting for you at alisazee }
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