October 5, 2010

Happy Birthday to Mini Me

When I was pregnant with Lil C, I was ecstatic but I also wanted her out as soon as possible. I was a gestational diabetic and I felt that every day that she was inside of me was pushing me closer to becoming a Type 1 Diabetic, which is exactly what happened to my Mom when she was pregnant with my sister.

I wondered how I'd ever love a second baby as much as I already loved my first. I thought about how my little sister used to knock down my blocks and drive me insane and I worried for Big I. I worried for myself. Did I have the capacity to love another child the way I already loved my first, especially after all she put me through during the pregnancy?

But I shouldn't have worried for a second. Lil C came into this world and I fell in love, head over heels in love. She was born looking like neither of us, but she was cute. So ridiculously cute. I remember taking her home the day I had her and walking around my bedroom with her. I caught a glimpse of myself in my bathroom mirror, Lil C curled up on my shoulder. It seemed like she fit into an eight inch space as she cuddled into me. I remember thinking, "Freeze this moment. Don't ever forget this. . . " and I haven't.

I can't believe it's been five years since that day now. My daughter, who looked like no one, turned into a little clone of me in no time. What's funny is that she looks like me now, not like what I looked like as a child. And she's like me in more ways than just appearance. She has grown into a smart and feisty little girl who doesn't take crap from anyone. She loves to sing and dance and that girl can totally bust a move (just like her mama). She'd rather sing "Bad Romance," "Alejandro," or "Like a G6" any day of the week over those silly preschool songs.

Any adult who meets her remarks that she has quite the personality for someone so young. She practically oozes it and that's not always a good thing. She'll tell you your hair looks messy in a heartbeat and if you need to take a shower, she'll also be happy to point that out as well. She's told men with long hair in shopping lines that they look like girls, and she's reassured her mommy "Your butt is not big like hers mommy. You have a nice butt" in public and loudly.

And this kid is affectionate like no other I have ever met. She "queezes" you and tells you she loves you 100 times a day and she means it. This fall, it was challenging for me to give her up to preschool three mornings a week, because until now I've had her all to myself and I have enjoyed that immensely. She's the only one in the family who volunteers to help me fold laundry. She thinks making beds is fun and she is completely ticked off if she doesn't get to help make dinner.

She is, in a word, amazing. . . she is now five years old.

Happy Birthday to my Lil C. I'm soon going to have to do something about the "Lil" part of her name, because she is getting SO big. In fact, in honor of her 5th birthday, Lil C is getting a new blog name. We'll call her "Sassy."