Dear Millie Valentine,
Happy Birthday baby girl, today you are fabulous 5. I say fabulous because just as you are old enough to go to school, we are having the most fabulous fun.
You have asked me every day for the last six months when you will be turning 5, and as I gave you a monthly and then daily countdown you would ask me if that was a long time. It was to you, but wasn’t to me. Where did this year go?
It seems unfair that just as you and I got into a friendly little groove of hanging out and going shopping, or getting pedicures together, singing loudly in the car to the same songs and wanting to watch the same movies together, you are going to up and leave me and a teacher is going to get the best part of you every day. It’s almost enough to make me want to home school you….ok, not that much, Mummy is looking forward to having afternoon naps again.
This year our family genes truly kicked in. You see both your Granddad’s were somewhat in the entertainment industry. Granddad Phil was an amateur actor and Poppy Jim was a concert promoter and this year you started both.
In the afternoons I’ll find you practicing tricks, making up dance moves, singing into a microphone or getting ready to cook something, and when ready, insist every single human at the house at the time stop and watch with our full attention. You also demand that the performance be filmed for your wider audience, complete with a ‘Hi, I’m Millie and welcome to my show”. Baby girl you have made me a stage mum and I haven’t even pushed you into it, you were born to perform.
In the last 12 months your awareness of the world has increased. Sadly you now know that you probably won’t be marrying Prince George and that Mummy was only kidding, but that’s ok, you are in love with an older man who Mummy approves of, 8-year-old Jayce. Whenever you hear that Jayce’s Mummy is coming to visit, hopeful that he may be coming over too, you spend a good hour in your room preparing. Hair, make-up, some kind of outfit showing off your belly button, your grey cowboy boots, and with nothing actually matching, you swan down the stairs in to greet him. He always graciously says hi while you look at him with eyes full of hope that he appreciates the effort you put in. Your Daddy knows that look well. I do it every time we get ready to go out for date night. It’s what makes a good marriage my darling, always wanting to look and be the best for the one you love, which is why I indulge you when you beg me to help you get ready for Jayce. I hope you still beg me when you are 16, that way I’ll be able to make sure the skirts are not too short, and your tops not see through.
The other day we took you to a grown up work function and at it you saw a beautiful lady. You asked me to take you up to her so you could tell her she was beautiful, but you wanted me to go with you in case you were shy. I love this about you, you’ve quickly learnt that giving compliments is a great gift, and totally free, and you love how you feel when someone is delighted with your kind words. So off we went and I thought you were talking about a young lady in a colourful dress with a perfect figure and fantastic hair. As we walked up to her and I told her you wanted to tell her she was beautiful, you loudly said ‘Not her Mummy” and pointed to a lady in her 70’s behind her. “She is so beautiful Mummy, her skin is so soft and her hair so pretty and curly’. I was embarrassed and proud at the same time. Embarrassed at myself that I didn’t see the beauty you saw and proud that I have a little girl that see’s so much more, that you haven’t been tainted by the medias idea that only youth is beautiful. I hope you stay that way and see the beauty in everyone and every thing.
Your new school has taught you to sing Grace before you eat a meal and each and every night you insist we all hold hands, close our eyes, with no peeking, and sing our song loudly thanking him for our food and blessings… I love to hold your little hand in mine and as I sing and totally peek at you of the corner of my eye, I sing with my heart full of love for you. You are all my blessings and more.