Happy Belated Birthday, Kassie!

So I'm a week late posting this blog. It doesn't mean that I don't love my child or that she isn't important. It's that she is so important, I didn't spend time to write this so I could be the best mom--okay, only a half true pat on the back to make me feel better about my parenting the last few weeks. But I have been really busy and it is mostly because of the busy schedule created by the end of school. Interestingly, this is the first year we have still been in school when it was her birthday so late Tuesday night she says she wants cupcakes at school for lunch the next day! What?!? I don't have that on my schedule or the energy to do it! So I buy sugar cookies and make Dan take them since I have to be at a birthday party for Caroline's friend during Kassie's lunch. But it turned out to be another kids birthday so they had cupcakes at lunch and cookies for an afternoon snack. I think overall she had a pretty good day and we celebrated by going to see Chronicles of Narnia (whole different blog subject) and buying the elephant Webkinz (which many of you will know is the pet of the month for June). Then to McDonald's. Gross but whatever.

Now my baby is nine. I remember when she was tiny, I said how it was a mystery to me that anyone could be mean to her. Ever. When I looked at her tiny face and her big, brown eyes, I knew she came straight from heaven and that I had a huge responsibility to take care of her sweet little soul. Even after all this time (and even I have been mean to her on occassion) I still remember those thoughts and apply them to other people and other mothers. It's no wonder mother's can't stand war and hate and sorrow. We remember our babies and the hopes and dreams we had for them. It's hard to reconcile the real world with that la-la land we live in for a few weeks when we first have a baby. But I believe it makes us want to be better mothers and create a better world for that little soul, which is what God's plan must be. Sometimes we need a little motivation to be better and I think babies are it. Now if we can just remember that when the nine year old is telling you that you're the worst mom ever:) Happy Birthday, Sassy Kassie. I am so grateful you are my daughter.