Tuesday, December 09, 2008


Esther's turning 7 this week. Trying to explain how this makes me feel without resorting to a long string of cliches (even that is a cliche) is pretty challenging.

To think that I spawned this little creature, so fat and jowly, and oh my goodness all that hair, after enduring only 9 solid months of sheer misery is pretty cool.

That's it? That's all I can come up with: pretty cool?

Sometimes when she's not looking, I examine her face; scrutinizing, searching for something familiar. I often come up empty.

Where did she come from? Who is she? Is that my my mother in there? Her cousin Joanna? The only part of her I recognize is her nose. Her nose--the way it slopes down her face like an Olympic ski jump-- now that I can claim. Oh, and her tendency towards impatience and irritability? Yeah. I guess I recognize that as well.

The rest of it seems to be all hers. And it all suits her, really.
She's her own girl, that Esther. Happy Birthday, Possum.

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Joy said...

Awww...happy birthday to Esther! My daughter is almost 8 so I recognize the feelings very well. Sigh...

Emma said...

Happy Birthday Esther! 7 is really moving into that Big Kid territory, isn't it? I remember very clearly thinking, on my 7th birthday, If I live my life over again I'll be 14!!! I couldn't even imagine it. I don't want to think about what age I'll be if I live my life over again now, lol.

Betsy said...

To JediMom: I see you came to visit and I visited your blog. I tried to leave a comment but couldn't. Here is what I wrote:
Thanks for coming over to numbmum. I'm so sorry to hear about your loss. I'm happy you have decided to write about it. I think writing can be really, really healing for everyone. I can't imagine what you must be going through. A good friend of mine lost her baby, and her ability to have another, at full term two years ago. She still suffers so and it is so hard to know how support her.
There is a recent book out by novelist Elizabeth McCracken, about her loss of a child. Perhaps you're interested?

Brooke Groelle said...

It is amazing (okay, sortof scary) to me that they just keep getting older and more unique as time goes on. I can tell that you are so proud of Ester, as you should be. Hope she had a great day!!

Lisa said...

I too have a 7 year old, and can't believe where the time has gone. We got family pictures taken a week ago and my husband pointed out that he too smiles a crooked smile like me. Our kids get our good and bad, mix it together, throw in their own "stuff", and come out ok. Thanks for sharing your life with us, I've been a long time reader, first time writer! :-) Many happy birthdays to Esther, and good luck to us with the upcoming pre-teens and beyond!