I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. She was a complete miracle. And just like that she was 8. People say “blink and you’ll miss it” and you never really understand how true that is until it happens.
We had struggled with infertility for over ten years before we were blessed with the birth of girl child. And do you know, after all that struggle we almost lost her. Actually “they” almost lost me, too. I had a placenta abruption before the emergency C-section that the doctor ordered because something didn’t look right to him. Little did he know I was hemorrhaging internally and Girl Child lost her supply of oxygen as a result of the abruption. We were both very bad off when she was born.
Fortunately, a flood of specialists swarmed the surgical suite, much to my husband’s concern and yet relief that so many came to help our baby. And thank God for my doctor and his skill in repairing me as well. Girl Child rebounded quickly and was whisked off to the NICU for a brief observation while I was sent to ICU to monitor my need for a transfusion since I had lost so much blood.
Once we finally met, I looked down at this warm, wiggly little being and tried to imagine what she would look like as a young girl.
And just like that she was 8.
Where did the time go? I remember being there for all of it. And it takes forever to get through a week, but here we are…8 years later.
She’s defining who she is to herself, who she is to her friends, who she is to her parents and who she is to her Lord and Savior. And as much as I want to just continue to keep her in the contained box of childhood, I know I have to open the lid and let her climb out to see what else the world has for her.
So we talk. And I let her do. By herself. Then I show her. I reenforce what she already knows.
When she finds them, I fill in the gaps. I ask and then I listen. I redirect and then I back up a step.
Back up a step…this is the hardest thing. But if she’s got wings to fly, I have to get out of the way so she can start using them.