Feathered Aspen

Dear Lily (3 years, 6 mos)


I was just snuggled up next to Lily.  She has both of her hands pressed together under her left cheek, and she’s snoring softly.  In a cute way.  She also has a bit of toilet paper sticking out of her nostril because about 45 minutes ago, she took a nose dive off the couch, attempting to rescue Boudreaux, or should I say, “Ivy.  The GIRL alligator.”

The nose dive was pretty epic, and when we scraped her off the floor, her nose began to bleed and she really howled.  Some snuggling and a nap were definitely in order.

Dear Lily,

You are adorable.  Today, you’re wearing a maroon and orange sweater that looks startlingly like a thneed.  Your coral ballet skirt clashes noisily.  Your hair is a snarl in the back and a fly-away golden halo in front.  You’ve had Boudreaux – er, Ivy – stuck down your shirt and peeking out the neck all day long, and at regular intervals, you announce, “I’m nursing my baby!” or, “Shhh!  My baby is sleeping!”

You are vibrant.  There’s no other word for it.  Whether your picking out an outfit, drawing at the table, playing with your sister, or running around the playground, you are so intense!  I think this is one of the things I need to learn from you.  How to be so very present.  I might, perhaps, exercise a bit more control over my emotions though.  That looks like hard work.

But even our Big Emotions are getting easier to manage these days.  Sure, we still have our all-out sob fests, but those a spreading out a bit.  Some days we don’t even have them at all!  You’re getting so much better at explaining how you feel and asking for what you need.

I think our relationship, in particular, is as strong as it’s ever been.  You are so sweet to me; you ask me questions.  You show concern for me, and though I hope you develop a healthy independence and curiosity about the world outside of me and our little family, I selfishly love how important I am to you.  I guess that sounds weird to say, but it’s true.  And why not?  Right now, at three, I’m really important to you and you need me a lot, and I’m so grateful for this time.

So for now, we’re enjoying long conversations.  You especially love anything that has to do with trauma, the doctor, or accidents.  “Tell me more, Mommy,” you say, fascinated by anything with a macabre element.  You want me to tell the same story three or four times before you’re content to let it go.

Pretty much daily, you say something hysterical.  I always intend to write them down, but I haven’t been.  I must do that more!  Here are a few that I can recall from recently:

“I am the Lorax!  I speak for the trees!” and “Oh no!  Mommy!  The Barbaloot (Lu) is coming to get me!” (After reading the Lorax.)

“Mommy, what did you dream about?”

“I dreamt about living in the mountains.”

“Me too.  I dreamt about living in the mountains.  Tell me more, Mommy.”

“I wanna live in a Westfalia!”

“Mommy, some people are nice and some people are mean?”

(Hearing a song she recognizes.)  “We’ve been there mommy?”

There are so many more.  I’ll try to write more of them down as you says them.  Some of our funny conversations involve talking about what things are made out of.  I realized at some point that you thought the word “plastic” meant unbreakable, rather than the material.  So then we identified all the metal things we could see, all the wood things, and all the plastic things.  You’re really good at it!

Another good conversation we had recently was about the lunar eclipse.  We were talking about why it was happening, and there was this moment when we explained that the earth is round and the other side was in daylight while we were in darkness, and you had a little “aha!” moment.  Like, “I thought the world is flat, and now you’re telling me it’s round?!”

For whatever reason, these days you only want to go to the playground.  Every morning, I ask you what you want to do, suggesting the Art Museum or the Children’s Museum, and you’re just like, nope!  I wanna go to the playground!

Your memory continues to amaze me.  The other day, Val was wearing a Metro sweatshirt, and you said, “that little thing is on Mommy’s school card.”  The roadrunner.  Yeah.  If you had held me up at gunpoint and demanded what my school’s mascot was (total plausible situation), I could not have told you.  Today, when I was cleaning, you set aside a pile for Ashlee, correctly remembering the two swimsuits, dress, and pair of shoes she lent me last Spring.  Yeah.  I know.  It’s kind of creepy how much you remember.

This week at story time, you answered all of the rhetorical questions posed by the novice librarian with such boldness that I refused to hold you back.  Not only was it funny, but you were so eager and engaged!  You sat on the edge of your seat, your whole face lighting up or showing concern with each turn of the page.

Lily, you light up my life.  I am so thankful for you.  It’s hard to believe that you’re three and a half!

All my love,


PS  I almost forgot to tell you!  You remember being inside my belly!  Ok.  I know you probably don’t believe me, but one morning, you told me all about being in my belly, including details about being able to hear my heart go “boom, boom, boom,” my bones go “er, er, er,” that is was dark but a little bit red, there was a rope (!), and it felt like being in a bathtub.  So yeah.  Either you are gathering a bunch of little details you’ve overheard here and there, or you really do remember, and so I’m going to go with the latter, because that’s pretty magical.

Author: Ellie

Wife, Mom, Adventurer...

2 thoughts on “Dear Lily (3 years, 6 mos)

  1. Dear Lily –

    Yesterday, I hung up the map of Europe. Instantly you wanted to know where we lived. When I told you we didn’t live on that map, you were really disappointed. A minute later, you hollered at me “Dad, where’s Norway?!” When I pointed it out, you then told me that you thought we should go there. You then followed up with “Where’s England? Where’s Auntie Hannah living? Where’s Nepal?” We spent the next 30 minutes on Google Earth exploring different places in the world. It makes me both and excited, and a bit heartbroken, to know you’re going to take after your mommy and daddy to go off and explore far away places and meet far a way peoples. The world is there for you to go and live it dear Lily.

    Love you snuggle bug,

    • You are a wise man, Joshua, to see both the joy and the bordering sadness:) What fun, though. We I see you next, I’ll tell you about the first time I used dial-up to connect to the Internet and what Ellie and I did:) Much love.

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