She Ought to Be in Pictures

Nine years ago, a piece of my heart started to live outside of my body. Or, as my pal Pammy puts it, “Having children is like being held hostage by the world; you’ll do anything the universe demands to assure their safe passage.”

Girl slides safely out of my passage.

In her first year of life, she slept in her own vomit on New Year’s Eve (more killer parenting tips available soon in the paperback release of my book If Baby Is Still Breathing in the Morning, Then You ARE a Good Mommy, No Matter What Social Services Tries to Report), which burned the skin off her cheek…

…perhaps as payback for her having screamed for eight hours one night at a campsite in Yellowstone Park. That night, at 3 a.m., Groom finally bundled her into the car and drove her around the park for several hours until they both conked out at a scenic overlook. To this day, the words “Norris Geyser Basin” are synonymous in our household with “that could not possibly have sucked more.”
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A year later, she was heading towards two:


Pigtails kept the hair out of her raging double ear infection. And after three nights of no sleep for anyone, we ripped those ruby slippers off her feet and stuffed them right up the Tin Man’s rusty, er, tailpipe.

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Then she was two:


The transformative event of her life happened, and her vocation–no, not playing slots at the casino–was discovered. The arrival of Baby Brother Paco/Niblet gave her a purpose. She continues to serve as ballast to his tipsy keel.
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After she hit three:


Part imp, part back rest, she twirled and cavorted, sold us plastic food at her grocery store, changed outfits 17 times a day, and slept through the night for the first time.

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As a four-year-old:


Under threat of, “Either hold still and let me brush your hair, or we’ll snip it into a no-maintenance pixie cut,” she announced, “I think we should cut it, then, because I don’t have holding still in me.”

Life’s greatest privilege remained propping up her best buddy.

…unless Lawrence Welk was on, and there was polka-ing to be done. Then, as she jumped up to dance, he could fall with a thud, for all she cared.

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When she was five:

Her demonstrative love interferred with mealtime…

…while her solidity propped up the very trees.
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She was six, and:

She built a town in Canada…


and crept up to “boo” her harem of one.

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Amazingly, suddenly she was seven:

And she was all courage,

and capability,

and unflappable serenity.

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Next came eight:

a year of honing balance,

making static dynamic,

and mastering the absorbed arpeggio.
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And now she is nine:


…the embodiment of lovely.

What’s more:

The baby who didn’t sleep is now a girl who checks her alarm clock through the night, lest she miss her bus.

The toddler with an ear infection swims laps, makes assists on the soccer field, monkeys around the jungle gym, and jumps rope backwards.

The delighted two-year-old who held an infant brother now chooses his clothes and gets him dressed before leaning to me and whispering conspiratorially, “He’s in a bit of a mood, isn’t he?”

The wee elf of twirling and clothes changes now monologues, “I’m not so much of a fashion girl–not that liking fashion is bad; I just don’t care if my clothes match.” A breath later, she asks if we can go shopping for ballet flats and notes that if Paco wants some, too, he should get some, perhaps a shiny, metallic pair.

The pixie-ish preschooler treasures long tresses and insists, “I read in an American Girl book that a ‘sleeping braid’ will keep the knots out.”

The solid, loving kindergartener still carries her brother from room to room and brings him bandaids. At school, her teacher chose her from the class for the Citizenship award while we all marvel that she jotted down “misspell” correctly on her weekly pretest, when no one else did.

The first grader who built and crept now studies maps of Stonybrook, Connecticut, the fictional town of the Babysitter’s Club series, quizzing me nightly on which is Mallory’s house. She no longer scares anyone–unless it’s 7 p.m. on a Monday, and she’s just home from Girl Scouts and has four pages of homework but would rather do somersaults in the living room. Her mood teeters on a ledge, and Kleenex may be needed.

The courageous, capable, unflappable seven-year-old continues to impress. I am ageing easily, knowing that she will one day be handling my estate and shunting me into the best of homes. What’s more, I feel certain she will bring me ham for dinner on Sundays, if her career as an Event Organizer doesn’t offer a conflict that week.

At eight, she had found her center but tipped occasionally towards goofy and abstracted. Indeed, we still have to ask her, when she gets the giggles, if she needs to hit the bathroom, lest she require a change of underwear. Her reading habit continues to demand feeding, which is a delight–and, surprisingly, a despair, as she sometimes leaves her best playmate craving the sister who used to entertain him for hours. Mournfully, he will call out her nickname, “DeeDee, don’t you want to play Animal School?” to which she’ll respond, only half listening, “After I’m done with this book.”

Ultimately, all of this means that she is more and more a whole unto herself–a distinct thread in the family fabric rather than an indistiguishable part of the larger weaving.

At times, this can feel like a loss, as though already we are experiencing an unraveling.

Mostly, though, her increased demarcation allows me to see her better; were she completely enmeshed, I would ascribe to her my own traits and view her as sharing my color and texture, missing so much that is uniquely her and not me:

her vividness
her poise
her confidence
her sound judgment
her certainty

her purity of soul

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Thus, I live with a piece of my heart–nine years old now–next to me, not in me,

and I cannot fully express how blessed I feel to release her into the world.

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25 responses to “She Ought to Be in Pictures”

  1. Becky Cazares Avatar
    Becky Cazares

    Pure angel!

    (Now where is that danged kleenex?)

  2. Fragrant Liar Avatar
    Fragrant Liar

    That was beautiful. It’s so amazing, isn’t it? How complex and perfect and mind-boggling their growth is. Happy birthday to the lovely 9-year-old who walks beside you.

    It’s my mom’s birthday today too. She’s 74.

  3. Shania Avatar
    Shania

    What a lovely tribute.

  4. Prefers Her Fantasy Life Avatar
    Prefers Her Fantasy Life

    This is beautiful. Please remember to reread when she is a teenager. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  5. chelle Avatar
    chelle

    Oh lovely indeed!!!
    many birthday wishes to your sweet nine year old!

  6. lime Avatar
    lime

    it is such an amazing marvel to watch these little souls we’ve nurtured blossom so confidently. and it is a celebration to have them stand next to us.

    happy birthday to such a wonder.

  7. Jeni Avatar
    Jeni

    As one who has walked the road you’re on with your daughter (and your son too) and who was crazy enough to go down that path three times to boot, it is really a shock to the system isn’t it as you step back and observe the changes that take place with children. Now, I’m on that path once again except this time it’s with two beautiful little grandkids with autism and and awesome grandson -age 11 -who never ceases to amaze me either!
    It’s been a journey I wouldn’t trade for anything else in the whole wide world, just keeps getting better by the day too -or at least more interesting, downright fascinating -as you’ve shown here so beautifully in marking your daughter’s ninth birthday. Hope it’s a grand day for her -and for you and the groom too as you remember more and more of the things that brought you to this time in her life.

  8. ms. changes pants while driving Avatar
    ms. changes pants while driving

    wow. beautiful post. beautiful daughter. gives me hope for the future ๐Ÿ˜€

  9. citizen of the world Avatar
    citizen of the world

    This has been my theory, too, when that first piece of my heart left my body more than 15 years ago. You don’t even breathe the same way after that.

    A very happy birthday to your daughter. (That last picture is flat adorable.)

  10. heartinsanfrancisco Avatar
    heartinsanfrancisco

    Your external heart drive, DeeDee, is a gorgeous and delightful young girl!

    I thoroughly enjoyed these pictures and marveled at her beauty and charm, so evident even as a baby.

    You won’t believe how fast they grow up, but as one who raised my own best friends but still struggles in my soul over things I should have done better, I say with confidence that the world will always be able to strike at you through them. It is indeed a hostage situation that never ends.

    Happy Birthday to Jocelyn’s Girl!

  11. Green Girl in Wisconsin Avatar
    Green Girl in Wisconsin

    Many happy returns! She sounds like a glorious human being!

  12. kmkat Avatar
    kmkat

    That is a lovely tribute — and full of love, as well. You two are lucky to have each other.

  13. Anonymous Avatar
    Anonymous

    Funny, all that being true, she looks more like you now than ever.

    And I love your long hair (as seen in previous post singing).

    iJim

  14. flutter Avatar
    flutter

    oof, mama, my heart.

  15. monica Avatar
    monica

    Oh that is beautiful, what a wonderful gitl you have, and what a wonderful mom she has! Happy birthday to both of you! I just love her loving relationship with her brother.

  16. choochoo Avatar
    choochoo

    I know several ppl who spent newyears eve asleep in their own vomit and they’re all waaay older than your kid… lol

  17. Jazz Avatar
    Jazz

    Aw! C’mon!! no fair.

    I had trouble reading to the end because I got something in my eyes and it’s making them leak.

    It’s way too early in the morning for leaky eyes.

  18. rak Avatar
    rak

    She is absolutely beautiful and will certainly shed some tears one day upon reading your lovely words ๐Ÿ™‚

    You are blessed to have each other ๐Ÿ™‚

  19. kimber the wolfgrrrl Avatar
    kimber the wolfgrrrl

    Beautiful pictures, beautiful soul! Happy Birthday!

  20. Chantal Avatar
    Chantal

    Ohhh that is so beautiful. She is, your writing is. Just beautiful!

  21. Green Girl in Wisconsin Avatar
    Green Girl in Wisconsin

    BTW, regarding your comment about Garrison Keillor, I kind of had a sneaking suspicion he was the mean type.

  22. Pam Avatar
    Pam

    Stunningly beautiful. Every young girl needs to have such a heartfelt and sincere piece written about her by a loving mother. Just beautiful! She will treasure those words for life.

  23. Casdok Avatar
    Casdok

    Happy birthday! A beautiful post – i enjoyed all the photos.

  24. cathy Avatar
    cathy

    I hadn’t realised she was the same age as my youngest. Where did the time go? Next thing you know they will be off to college.

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