So here’s what you don’t know – my daughter, The Oldest One, is getting baptized on Sunday. She’s been asking for a while, but I have continually said no. How can she grasp something at nine years old that took me twenty-nine years to learn? And sometimes I still don’t really “get it”.
The Oldest One was an old soul at birth. She kept me in line from day one. Becoming a mother didn’t come naturally to me, and God blessed me so much with this child. She was a difficult baby, but has been a wonderful child since. We struggled during the 3’s, but any parent will tell you that’s the hardest of the toddler years.
Strong willed but obedient, she’s a people pleaser and a caretaker. She reminds me of school deadlines; she learned early that she needed to. I remember picking her up at daycare and her looking at me sadly and saying “You forgot to send money again for Melody Makers. I didn’t get to go.”