Obviously, I’ve been gone a VERY long time. When I pulled this up today, I had drafts from this time last year saying “My Babies are 5!” The time truly goes by quickly.
The girls have always had their own distinct personalities, but this year has seen them coming into their own confidently. Because we live in China and many of the locals think they should be treated as if they are half of a whole, the girls struggled to be themselves at times. Not this year.
My quiet one has stepped out independently and confidently. She’s reading and doing well in school because SHE.WANTS. TO. She will always need to have some quiet, alone time (to her twins’ dismay) but she is thriving. She’s less of a tomboy, but still loves Spider-man. She’s, more often than not, in a dress or skirt with her cowboy boots!
My vocal one has shed her skin as well. The decibels and dance moves that come out of this little diva are unreal. She told us recently that she wanted to grow up and be a rock star so we should just start calling her “Rock Star.” Little Stinker. He father called her name and she answered, but then said, “you know you can call me Rock Star.”
One big thing they learned this year is their entire name (First.Middle.Ethiopian.Last). And, let’s be honest, just learning their last name can be a daunting task. They’ve been naming their baby dolls by their own Ethiopian names. They understand adoption and they know they are adopted…but the connection is not fully there. They watched a video of an “all brown” family and said repeatedly, “Mom, they are brown like us, but not like our daddy. Ours is peach.” They’ve asked if they were in my tummy and been interrupted before I could answer. And 5 year old attention spans forgot they asked the question.
They sing and dance and memorize scripture like there’s no tomorrow. They are givers except to each other. LOL. They are night and day. Loud and quiet. Soft and tough. Determined and unable. And then just when you think you have them pegged…they switch.
What was life like before them? I’ve forgotten. If they hadn’t come along, I’d be the mom of half an empty nest quickly becoming empty since my oldest daughter is almost 16. That one. She’s a mess. A beautiful mess. I love watching her become a woman. At her age, I was so different from who she is except in a few small areas. She’s a gift, for sure. Fire and ice all in one. Sweet and salty. Smart and Sassy. So much fun! Growing up too fast. I’m afraid to blink because then she’ll be off to the big world like her brother who is now 22.
He’s figuring out this adult thing, like it or not. He’s got a sweetheart who brings out the best in him and he’s motivated to be “a better man” because of her. I’m proud of him. He doesn’t do things the way I would, but that’s what he’s always done. Carved his own way.
My sweet husband and I have been together nearly 27 years. I like him every bit as much now as I did then, if not more! He’s fun and funny and willing to do silly things for children! We’re well matched.
We’re a silly bunch…but that’s why they call us the FUN bunch!