Things to worry about:
Worry about courage
Worry about Cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship
Things not to worry about:
Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions
Things to think about:
What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?
Today is your first birthday. I remember the day you were born so clearly that it’s shocking that an entire year has passed. You are changing every day and for that I am thankful. I am ready for kisses, words and fewer nighttime feedings. Right now you refuse to sit still for a moment, you want everything you shouldn’t have. You have a taste for plain Greek yogurt but aren’t too keen on spoons.
Yes, I look forward to seeing you grow out of some things, but there are other things I hope you’ll never grow out of:
- Greeting the day with a smile (you clearly got that from your dad).
- Bringing joy to strangers. People delight in you, my dear girl, don’t ever stop lighting up a room.
- Yawping loudly when you feel an injustice has been done.
- Plowing fearlessly into the unknown.
- Knowing when it’s time to check in with home base, even when I’m not home base anymore.
You are a joy and a wonder. Your dad and I are amazed every day that we are so lucky to have you in our lives. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do next.
Just realized that I have six different baby-wearing devices. Seven if you count the one I returned after first use. I’m a junky.