Molly. Molly, Molly, Molly. Since my kids can read and sometimes read the blog, I best keep this in general terms.
There once was a child that talked most of the day…asked more questions than one could begin to answer…followed one around like a shadow…had one repeat oneself over and over again…insisted on “helping” bake a cake only to double up on the question asking…..
And yet, I cannot help but remember how very far we have come. You’d think as a middle child myself that I would have a heart as big as Texas for her, but there are just some days when I can’t seem to figure her out or deal with her in the most loving, selfless of ways that I need to. But a little trip down memory lane really does remind me that my 6 year old has matured by leaps and bounds. I have much to be thankful for….let me think on these things. 🙂
Yes, all of those books were supposed to be on that empty shelf behind her.
Mascara…lipstick….same thing, right?
Molly on her 3rd birthday….this is when I started saying, “I bet when she is 4 years old things will make a turn.”
Oh, sweet Molly. I love your inquisitive, determined spirit. I pray often that I won’t squash your persistent nature, but learn how to direct you to be productive and passionate about things that matter. I love you and thank God that He gave me a determined middle child. You will not be overlooked—it ain’t gonna happen if it’s up to you! Love it. And I love how you holler at Ruby regularly, “YOU ARE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Stand up for yourself, girly.