Wednesday, September 11, 2013
A couple new Lucianisms
A little back story... Lucian eats like a camel. Once or twice a week he eats non-stop and the rest of the time he basically refuses to eat, especially at dinner. So we are trying to avoid all non-meal snacks.
So right before dinner he tries to sneak an apple.
Me: What are you doing? Put the apple down.
L: Oh the apple and I want to give you a hug
The next night...
After spilling his full cup of water at dinner he says, "That's okay I'm not thirsty anymore"
Lotus's 8th birthday letter
Lotus gave me permission to post this...
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9/11/2013
Dear Lotus,
Today you turn 8! You
are halfway to 16 and you have 8 years (or twice your current age) to convince
Daddy to buy you a car with your name on it.
The past year it has been such a joy to watch you change
from a little rambunctious kid to a truly amazing person. I have had the best time traveling with you
and getting to know you.
The other day you were mad at me and mumbled “You want me to
be just like you.” That’s not true, but I do want you to seize every
opportunity (just like my mom wanted for me), so you can figure out who you
are, what you like, what you want to do.
I want you to continue to dance to the beat of your own drummer and not
worry about what other people want to do and be influenced only by what the
world thinks you should like. The only
way to do that is get out a experience all sorts of things and that’s what I
want every time I drag you to something “boring”.
Lately we have had a few conversations about being your
“real” parents or if Lucian is your “real brother. I know it must be confusing and I am sorry
that Daddy, Lucian and I can’t relate to this.
We will always try though. And I
know you try to call me your real mom and M your biological mom. Thank you for doing that.
But what you need to know is that those are just words and
all that matters to me is that in my heart and soul you are my REALEST, REAL
DAUGHTER.
I carry this poem in my heart and hopefully you can carry it
in yours
Not
flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute,
You didn't grow under my heart,
But in it.
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute,
You didn't grow under my heart,
But in it.
I
love you sweet girl!
Happy
Birthday
Love,
Mommy
