Love letter to my fairy princess
Jul 26 '02 (Updated Aug 18 '02)
The Bottom Line The Gabster is my four-year-old wonder. I'm singing her praises so years from now if we hit a rough patch I'll be able to recall a better time. Indulge me.
Dear Darling Sweet Gabster
I wanted to take a few minutes or hours or days and tell you how special you are to me. Put down on paper (ok first draft on the computer) why at four years of age you can make me take time out of our busy day and (not long enough) long nights to share why you make me smile. To reveal why your impish grin makes me laugh even when I should be correcting your absurd behavior.
My little lovebug…
We call you The Gabster because your chitchat fills the halls from morning to night. Even hours after your head hits the pillow we can hear you planning in your sleep. We know when you are waking in the morning because we hear you whispering good morning to all your baby dolls. We hear you calling to JB to see if she is up. We hear you tiptoeing into the office to play a few games on the computer. Daddy and I laugh at the thought of you holding off on going potty because you want to play one more Thomas game. We think it is pretty silly when you ask your pee to wait a sec while you finish up the game.
I love that at four you will still let me help you pick out your clothing. I know this won’t last much longer, but it makes me so happy that you still trust my fashion sense… even while developing your own. I love that you have a shoe drawer that is filled and overflowing with outrageous footwear that you love to wear. Your orange suede hiking boots, red patent leather maryjanes, pink flower tennis shoes, blue sparkly sandals and of course, your “still too big” black shiny tap shoes. I hope and love that you get this defective gene from me. I would hate to think of you always favoring black wingtips like Daddy.
I love that your favorite colors are pink and purple and black and that you’ll share this information with anyone and everyone. That you like red a lot because it is my favorite color. That you want to wear “princess underwear” because that’s what four year old girls do… even though you really don’t know who or what all the Disney princesses are.
That you think you might be brave enough to eat salad now that you are four, but you probably won’t be ready for vegetables until you are five or six. That you do not think you will ever be able to try olives – even if JB says they taste like candy. That you don’t want to go to Disney World until you are six or seven and tall enough to go on the rides and brave enough not to be afraid of the characters.
I love the way you are able to explain to your little sister how to play a game, brush your teeth or put on socks before shoes “’cause it makes more sense”. I like that the “second one up the stairs” can be a winner too. That even at a young age you have a sense of fair play and that it is important to be nice to everyone – sometimes even the kids who are stinky.
I love the way The Gabster’s brain works… how you sort out the logic and look behind the reasons offered to see if they make sense to you. How you question Daddy’s explanations of how the world was formed, why the sun shines and the order of the planets because you want it all to make sense.
When you invent a new word or try out a phrase I have to smile. You speak so clearly and so well – I often can not imagine how you turned out this way. Your ears detect sounds mine often miss. Your eyes catch flowers on the side of the road and billboards for places we have not visited in months. When you ask your sister “what smells?” I always laugh when you answer her “I dunno” with “the grownups silly! I still don’t know how you made the connection but it is pretty funny.
You make the grownups around you laugh with your moments of courtesy. When you say “excuse me” four times when you want to interrupt or “oops – excuse me” when you burp I have to smile. You have an indomitable spirit that amazes me regularly. Sometimes Daddy and I have to pinch each other and remember you are only four. Then we pinch each other again because you belong with us. How cool!
When I watch you sleep at night I am amazed at the positions you can twist and turn into. When you rollover your “baby Mel” it does not even seem to phase you. Yet if JB cries in the next room you coming running into ours imploring us to “fix her”. We can see the dreams crossing over you – your face lights up and then dims as the scenes change. You scratch your itchy spots, even in deep sleep – and you are such a good sport about your eczema. Nothing seems to faze you.
You take such good care of Baby Mel and all the little people in your world. I love when you call me “Grandma vb”. It makes me think of years from now and how one day that may actually be my name. You give yummy bottles and nurse your baby just right. She loves when you bathe her and her outfits are the cutest. I love that you want to be a momma just like me. It cracks me up that you want to marry me when JB marries Daddy so I won’t be lonely. How could I ever be lonely with you in my heart and in my life?
Your sense of perseverance will serve you well in life. I don’t see you getting stuck between a rock and a hard place any time soon. You have a stick-to-it-ness that many adults would like to claim for their own. Some days I wish I had half the amount of patience that you seem to.
I hope your temper will not lead you astray. While most days you manage to keep it in check (and no one believes that you have a nasty side) to be honest that giant monster in you also makes me laugh. What could be funnier or sillier or sweeter than my four year old primadonna stamping her foot, contorting her mouth and insisting “now or else”? Still I know in the future we will have to work together to not let you get the best of yourself. I promise I will be there if you want or need me.
I keep putting down “I loves” because most of the time there is not a thing that you can do that will put me over the top and make you not be my little love bug.
It does not always make me happy that you pick at your scabs, one ‘cause it is kinda gross and two because I want them to get better faster than they can with your picking.
When you insist on sliding down the twisty slide head first I have to close my eyes for a second and say a quick “please be ok” – before I can watch you land.
I can not explain how you grow and thrive on only “white food” like pasta, potatoes, corn, bananas and bread – but then again – those are my favorites too. I still wish that you would consider trying the veggies that I sneak on your plate, but I’m thrilled that you have not figured out that the “stuff” in the lasagna you love is puréed vegetables.
I have hopes and I have dreams and plans I have made for you. I am not going to share those here and now – because truly I want you to grow and thrive and figure out who you want to be – by yourself and for yourself. I can only pray that happiness and joy will always be part of your life. That good health will be yours and that you will enjoy growing into a charming and wonderful young lady – the one I know lurks inside of you.
When you tell people that you want to be a pediatrician like your doctor and a cleaning lady like our friend Mrs. Cathy I always smile. I know you will achieve this and more. There will be time to learn to swim like a shark, play tennis like the big kids in the park and master tae kwon do. You are so cute with your “Yes, Sir!” – even if your flying kick falls a bit short of the bumper. You don’t have to tell people you are sixteen – being four should be perfect for now – you are so good at it.
Oh my Princess Potatohead in case you don’t know it – you are my beautiful fairy princess who makes me laugh and cry and giggle all in the same moment. You are my number one baby girl and always will be – even when you are bigger than me - because remember, I promise you will never be too big to sit on my lap.
When we sing together, be it Anchors Away or My Favorite Things your sweet off-pitch is music to my ears. I love when you sing your own songs, play your own tunes on the piano and dance the ballet de Gabs. Your talents are only eclipsed by your 1000 watt smile. It is a ray of sunshine.
I hope the next year is as wonderful for you as the last. That preschool continues to be fun for you and you learn lots of new and exciting stuff. That ballerina school makes your heart leap and soar just like your feet do. That Sunday school enriches your heart and life and that you love learning even more. That you add more good friends to your list of best buddies. That sidewalk chalk still makes you giggle.
I want you to still love reading Three Gruff Billygoats, Caps for Sale and Madeline. I want to explore new stories and games and fun with you. That you will want to watch any other Disney movie besides Thumbelina.
Oh my little cookie – I can’t wait for every day that you are four. Each one is so special… because we spend it together… doing things we usually love with each other, Daddy and JB. If every day could be an arts and crafts project day – we would both have found our heaven on earth. Who knows – maybe it can be this way.
I love you!!
Momma vb
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