You turned six this week. Or, as you put it, “Now I need two hands to show how old I am!”
This has been a big year for you, with lots of firsts and milestones: first sleepover, first extracurricular (track club!), first time sounding out words and adding numbers on paper, going to kindergarten, learning to read, riding your bike without training wheels, memorizing your first Bible verse, and most importantly: inviting Jesus into your life.
I’ve half-joked that I have spent more time on my knees in desperate prayer to God since you were born than any other time in my life. It’s true. You were a difficult toddler and preschooler—easily frustrated and overwhelmed, a strong-willed tantrum-thrower. So many times I’ve felt like I’m failing you as a mom. But God has used your precious life, sweet Lucy, to teach me that it’s not so much about me being a great mom as it is about trusting our great God. That your life is in his hands and you are just on loan to me. Even when your daddy and I fail, your Heavenly Father does not.
And now, as you grow in the understanding of what it means to follow Jesus, I see those traits I’ve prayed for start to blossom: compassion, forgiveness, kindness, thoughtfulness, and self-control, among others. You are still quirky, and everyone who knows you loves that about you, but I am amazed as I watch these fruits of the spirit begin to show in your life.
Your two best friends at school come from dysfunctional homes. One has hearing aids and the other barely speaks and is a year behind everyone else in your class academically, but you haven’t noticed any of that. They are girls no one else has bothered with, but here you are loving and befriending them.
The very first thing you did on the morning of your birthday, bright and early at 6 a.m.? Present me with a card you had made, thanking Daddy and me for the balloons we’d sneaked into your room while you were sleeping. It is a special girl indeed who begins her birthday by thanking others. I’ve lost count of the number of cards and pictures you’ve made for people this year. Always your own idea, always created with care and detail, you constantly bless everyone around you with your beautiful artwork.
Daddy and I are so proud of the big girl you are becoming, and Lincoln admires his big sister to no end. I can’t wait to see how you keep growing this year, sweet girl! Happy Birthday Lucy.
Love, Mama