Happy Birthday J: On Grace, and Dancing.

July 30, 2017

Dearest J, my firstborn, my first girl.

It’s your birthday tonight, and I’ve got some words to say to you. Truth be told, I’m feeling a little overwhelmed these days … truth be told, I’m a lot overwhelmed .

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Our life just keeps on happening in trickle down ways on trickle down days, and I turned around and you, my first baby, have been here a decade.

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I spent most of that decade in a daze wearing yoga pants and clutching a coffee cup, hastily posting pictures to Instagram and Facebook so I could remember it later. And I’m joyful for the memories and terrified of the future and drowning in the medicine. I want to laugh and cry and take a nap all at the same time.

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And girl of mine? It’s a great grieving dance of motherhood in adulthood and losing your life to save it and sometimes just losing it.

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You are old enough to catch a glimpse of the moves now, between my awkward shuffle on the bad days, and the moments I choreograph hours of cutting, ironing, and stenciling bricks on an old flannel bed sheet, culminating in the Harry Potter tenth birthday celebration for you, my girl, who, I swear, grew two feet and light years in a scant five days at sleepaway camp.

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And you know what? In the bustle of the dance my darling girl, in the moments I trip over my two left feet and stray off the beat of the gospel, when I stumble over my tongue, shouting at you over the music?  You give me all the grace and those, those are the moments I grieve and hold most dear.

I have more words for you.

Precocious:  forward, mature, gifted, talented, clever, intelligent, quick.

Luminous: full of light.  

We are working on more … maybe for your eleventh birthday. You have a way of making us tongue-tied.

Happiest of birthdays to my witty, empathetic, high-spirited artist who sees the world in shades of color I don’t even dream in. You are a gift to me.

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Praying the love of Christ over you tonight, and every night. All my love.

~Mom

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I am an unrepentant extrovert with an ongoing, passionate affair with coffee, ellipses, and the written word. I write because it’s how I’m made to worship. I am a story teller, because redemption has a story to tell. And always, I want to be a story collector. So have a virtual seat at my beat-up kitchen table. Read my story. Tell me yours. Stay awhile. And P.S. ... for more about me, click on my mug in the sidebar;)

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    1. Beautifully written. Josephine sends a Happy Birthday wish to her first friend.

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