In the early morning hours on December 15, 2004, the nurse on night duty handed this little being to me, this little being we had just named Amelia, her crazy pouf of bright red hair secured with a lavender ribbon. Daddy was still sleeping. So, for a quiet moment, it was just the two of us, Amelia and me, and all of my hopes and dreams for the life before her that I could not yet begin to fathom.
Amelia Elizabeth and her crazy pouf of bright red hair are now almost seven years old. She is in first grade. It has been a milestone year, to say the very least. Her life, which began in that little room, with her tiny lavender bow, has begun to unfold.
It is colorful.
It is dramatic.
It is a joy.
She spent a toothless summer learning how to swim the length of the pool without assistance.
She is on a no-joking-around soccer team. The kind where they make her run laps when she makes a mistake during practice. Mom thinks it's too much for a first grader. Amelia loves it...
So much so, that when it comes to a ballet vs. soccer showdown, she chooses soccer without any hesitation. Even though the kid is a dancing fool. Of course, I say that in love.
You see, this kid is a striver. She has a will like steel and a mind that rarely stops. When I put her to bed at night, I have a ritual where I "turn" her brain "off." Amelia does not like to slow down, even for sleep.
She learned this past weekend to ride a bike without training wheels. She fell down and got right back up again. Multiple times.And has the bruises and scars to prove it...
And she reads. She reads and reads and reads and reads. She reads billboards on the side of the road and the bulletin at church and board books to her baby brother.
Amelia, reading to her entourage
Amelia also adores it when I read to her. She doesn't let her daddy do it very often. That is our special time. This summer, we read the Ramona Quimby series. Next, it was Nancy Drew. Since school began, we have read abridged versions of
Little Women, Pollyanna, and
Heidi together. This is the only time that Amelia will snuggle with me. I hope she never gives it up.
And my favorite thing of all, the thing that makes me the most proud is her emerging creativity. Her kindergarten teacher encouraged them to use "kid writing," spelling words the best way they can in order to increase writing confidence and fluidity. Though my mother fears that she will never learn to spell correctly, I am in awe of how she is able to express herself. Here are some samples (translation as needed):
"Mom is not being very nice because mom won't let me have an ice cream cone. That is how I feel."
She makes worksheets for Sadie. I think Sadie may have had some help with the math.
"Once upon a time there lived two princesses"
A map of her life. "Hatin Place" is actually "Hampton Place," the street we live on :)
One of her favorite television shows is "Shake it Up, Chicago." Chicago is a tough word to spell.
An abstract self-portrait. I love that she always draws herself with orange hair.
In those early morning moments, when it was just Amelia and me, I could never have dreamed how this little being would fill and enrich my life.
Amelia Elizabeth Burgess
My determined, creative, energetic, precious, orange-haired little big girl.
I am so blessed to be your mom.
