This Is Going to Be Fun

Well, tomorrow Amara Mae will be 5 months old. We celebrated by getting a Jumperoo. Actually, we stumbled upon a heap of a deal and got it super cheap. So my decision to buy it was part price but part need for celebration. It was perfect.

So, we are up to 5 months already. Month 4 was a blast and I am enjoying every minute, every second, every teeny tiny moment of it all. And, I find myself daydreaming about the future and I'm enjoying that already too. How is that even possible?

I have pretty much covered all the childhood ages. One, she'll be teetering all around. Two, she will be dashing hither and yon, confusing her doting parents and causing us to fret in the checkout line at Wal-Mart. Three, she will be sprouting a will and an attitude and putting words with these deliberations. Four, she will be trying out independence. Seven, we will be working on homework and social skills, trekking to girl scouts meetings....thirteen, we will be talking about boys (as Papa Bear is scheming a way to scare them off before they even start). Seventeen, she will be lovely and I will teach by example the importance of kindness, femininity, appearance, confidence, compassion, identity, and a host of other deep subjects to accommodate her growth and maturity.

I have thought of her adulthood too, but only as a generalization. We will be friends and go shopping together. I will support her through breakups and lost jobs, telling her that people don't deserve her. Maybe she will have a sister and "us girls" can go on weekend trips or even a cruise. We'll plan her wedding, I'll be there the day she births my grandchild. I will help her in any way I can, I will always be on her side but let her know when she is being foolish (except for sibling spats, to which I have decided I will remain neutral). It'll never be just her against the world, because she will have her mom. I hope I'm on this earth for a very long time, so I can be her mother not only after I raise her but for a lifetime. I didn't get that chance with my mom so I desperately want to give that to my Amara Mae.

Yes, I think about the years to come and I just know. This is going to be fun.