The middle little…

March 29, 2008 at 2:05 am 10 comments

Tomorrow Zoya will turn six years old.  Her friend from Michigan is coming to spend the night with us in honor of the special occasion.  I bought presents, and cupcakes, white and chocolate with colored sprinkles on top. 

In the evening I will blow up balloons.  Elaina will help me hang decorations, the obligatory ‘Happy Birthday Sign’ that has travelled from home to home with us through the years.  Every year it dutifully turns up at the right time and never hesitates to be tapped up against cold glass.

Some days I cannot believe that I am mothering three girls.  Each girl is so different from the next.  And therefore, albeit subconsciously, I mother them differently.  They are growing up, in spite of me.

Zoya is quiet.  She can be easily talked into a nap on any given Friday after a long school week.  Sometimes if she gets really bored she decides to go to sleep.  This last year she got glasses.  The other day she said she forgets that she is even wearing them. 

Now her ears are pierced.  The offer has been on the table for a while, but just last week she decided it was time.  I helped her up onto the high stool, she held tightly to a white stuffed bear wearing a red bow tie.  She mentioned she was a little scared, we starting singing ‘Happy Birthday’ and by the time we got to the second syllable of birthday, it was all over. 

She is tough, and private, and kind.

Zoya kept closer to me longer, but I don’t think it was because she needed to.  She simply wanted to.  Her six years has shown her different beds to sleep in, numerous plane rides, and foreign languages.  When music plays her foot taps naturally to the rhythm.  Her arms are graceful.  She has her Papa’s eyes.  Often, you will still find her curled up in my lap.  No complaints here.

I’ve learned to slow down as her mother.  We enjoy reading books together.  She likes it when I tuck the blanket around her small body as I kiss her goodnight.  Her best friend is a tattered cotton pillow…it’s difficult to make out the characters on the fabric after so many washes.

She’s made friends with a little guy in her blended Kindergarten class who has special needs.  Today her news was that her teacher moved her to his table.  They like to play tag together at recess. 

When she decides to do something, it’s done.  At two she was potty trained.  All it took was an ‘I can pee’ doll and a few soft drinks.  She never looked back.

Happy Birthday to my middle little one.  It’s a privilege to be her mother.

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10 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Dad  |  March 29, 2008 at 12:40 pm

    How precious all three of “your” girls are.
    I too se the differences tha tmake them so special… Lainie is full speed ahead, wears her feelings on her sleeve and wants her dessert first.
    Zoya, the birthday girl, always holds back a little, trusts Lainie implicitly and will make her dessert last as long as possible.
    Polly is learning her own way on her own terms. Already I see her independence growing. Who knows where her young heart and mind will take her.
    One thing I know for sure is the one thing they share in full; a wonderful and loving mom.
    Keep up the wonderful life, the whole world is watching.
    Dad

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  • 2. michele  |  March 29, 2008 at 1:03 pm

    She sounds lovely.

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  • 3. Sarah  |  March 29, 2008 at 4:14 pm

    What a beautiful post. It is hard to believe all the things one so young has done and all the adventures that await her.
    Happy Birthday Zoya!
    I love the new layout, but I miss the picture header.

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  • 4. theramblinghousewife  |  March 29, 2008 at 6:26 pm

    So sweet! Happy Birthday, “Little Middle!” I’m a “Big Middle,” now! 🙂

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  • 5. joannmski  |  March 29, 2008 at 8:04 pm

    Happy Birthday to Zoya!!!

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  • 6. ukrainemom  |  March 29, 2008 at 9:00 pm

    Thanks everyone for the kind words.

    Thanks especially to the lifetime blogger (my dad) who has blogged on good old paper with ink for thirty years.

    I miss the picture header too, Sarah…I will get it up soon.

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  • 7. noelle  |  March 29, 2008 at 9:02 pm

    Happy Birthday!

    Beautiful tribute to you both–lovely post.

    Miss ya!

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  • 8. GING'  |  March 31, 2008 at 2:45 pm

    gilla-
    your dad’s comments made me cry. you ARE such a wonderful mommy, you should be so proud. happy birthday to zoya, love that middle, easy-going kid. hope all is well, hope to see you on mother’s day weekend at julie’s concert, if you can make it. love you, ging’

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  • 9. jooleebrooks  |  March 31, 2008 at 7:39 pm

    YAY! Happy Birthday Little Middle! Love your post. Hope you all had a fabulous time celebrating Zoya’s special day.

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  • 10. Heartsong  |  April 2, 2008 at 5:18 pm

    I am a middle child, too. My childhood characteristics sound a lot like Zoya’s. Most people find me very reserved. Music became very important to me. Maybe that’s where Zoya is headed with her sensitive nature and “tapping foot.”

    Blessings to sweet Zoya!

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