When Your Baby Girl Turns 11…Let Her Shine!

This little girl of mine, I’m gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it’s a big deal. I’m just trying to figure out where the time went. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

There’s no real reason for writing this post, I guess. Maybe it’s just for me. Maybe it’s for my Bug some day. I don’t know, but I’m drawn to write it. Bump SEO, bump pageviews, forget about who even reads it at all. This is about my youngest baby girl and I. You see, it’s a bumpy road with her and I. It always has been. I wanted her more than life itself when I conceived her, yet as the years go by, I’ve wondered what in the HECK I was thinking when I made the conscious decision to have another child when I did. All in all, I wouldn’t change a thing, in fact. Today, this baby girl turns 11 years old and I’m just happy (more times than not) to just let her shine and call her mine.

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

See, my baby girl hit the streets running, figuratively (OK it would have been literally if she could have run then, but let’s go with figuratively here) on September 14, 2006. She was the youngest of five children and the apple of all of our eyes (except baby girl number three, she was not entirely sold). She was THE princess from day one and I worshipped her. Literally. She was perfect in every way. Still is in her own right!

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

Once this “baby” found her way into the world…watch out. She owned it; and us. Sassy, frustrating, the very bane of my existence at times, the biggest talker you’ve ever met, and just so much of a handful at times, I wonder how I make it from day to day. But I see her beauty (even on her bad days) on the outside, but more importantly from within. She might be a hot mess at times, but she’ll do big things some day…mark my words!

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

Kylee can be difficult, dramatic, and sassy at times. So difficult. So dramatic. SO SASSY. Sometimes (oh who am I kidding, a lot of the time) she makes me want to pull my hair out. Heck, I think she pulls my hair out when I sleep!

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

She’s silly and adventurous!

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

And she’s (almost) always fun. Almost. But above all else…she’s 11 today and that’s all that matters to her. Did you know that officially, without question, she can go up to all of the chain restaurant buffets by herself…without me…to get her own food now? The signs all say so and she was quick to remind me this morning. I see a lot of buffets in our future (and a lot of Airborne in mine so I can handle the buffets since I still have to walk Bubby up there!).

All in all…Bug might drive me insane. I might spend a whole lot of time in the school office for her. She may be my biggest challenge in life…for real. The very bane of my existence? Perhaps. But that smile. The sheer joy and love she feels and exudes when she’s feeling her best? It’s amazingly infectious and I love it!

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

You see, when Bug smiles…when she really, really smiles and means it…to say she lights up a room is a gross understatement. It’s a complete and total illumination. An amazing aura like nothing you’ve experienced. It’s nothing short of magical! My unicorn (the one with the black horn most days) turns 11 today. I love her. I’m proud of her. She drives me crazy, but I just can’t wait to watch her change the world!

If you see this nugget today, wish her a happy 11th birthday. She’s pretty impressive with her drive-her-mom-crazy, talks-too-much, lives-on-the-edge, she’ll-do-amazing-things self. She deserves a happy birthday! Although she drives me nuts, I’ve resigned to let her shine…this little Bug of mine.

Happy birthday, baby girl! I love you more than the sky is blue. This life? It’s tough, but you’ve got this. You’ll rule it in fact! All my love forever and always (yes, even when we fight), Mommy!

My first “baby” is 20! What the what?

Paetyn 1994
My first baby is 20 today. What the what? For those of you that really know me, you know I have 3 “sets” of babies. I had my first “set” when I was pretty young (yes, I was young once) from my first (oh what a mistake other than the babies) husband. My 2nd “set” came to me ready made when I married B. And my 3rd “set” came from this crazy life that you read about daily with Bug and Bubby (which by the way is totally my last set).

BUT, my baby from my first set? She’s 20 today. TWENTY. And she has a baby of her own. Yes, that makes me a grandma, or Mimi as I prefer. Y’all, she’s grown! When did this happen? In a blink, my “first” baby is grown. And what a beautiful grown up she’s turned out to be. I’m proud, I’m elated, and I’m sad. I really miss my baby.

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That girl? That little hot mess that couldn’t go to school without mommy sitting by her desk for at least 10 minutes before she could acclimate every day? She’s grown. And she’s a mommy. And she’s a good mommy at that. And she’s 20. TWENTY freakin years old. My “first” baby. Plus, when did she get that tall?

I remember the day she was born, like it was yesterday, but it wasn’t. She was gorgeous. Red headed fuzz and all. My “first” baby. In some ways, she’ll always be my baby, whether she has her own baby or not, and whether I’ve had more babies or not. She was my first, and at that time, my last. My baby.

She wears her heart on her sleeve, like her mommy, and she’s as shy as the day is long, very much unlike her mommy. The day she was born, my life was complete, because she was MY baby. And now, she’s blessed me with a grandchild, a legacy. A new heart that beats in a whole new way. Love.

Having children was my calling, whether I knew it or not. My “first” baby taught me the meaning of love by being born, and by showing me the world that only a Mimi could see. Thank you baby girl for gracing my life. And thank you for carrying on this legacy. The day you were born, I heard the angels sing.

Happy birthday! I love you more than the world is big, but you already knew that! I hope.

25 years ago today, I became a Mom, and my destiny changed!

me and bry 1989
I was gonna be an actress, I was gonna be a star, I was gonna shake my ass, on the hood of White Snakes’ car. Seriously, y’all, I was gonna be BIG. I was young, beautiful, and ready for the world. Then…I got knocked up. My life changed. I was a mom. No more dreams of UCLA, no more dreams of Hollywood. A mom?

Knocked up at 21. That was not my plan. I was going places. I had a plan. I was the next Audrey Hepburn. Seriously, that would have been me, if not for…knocked up. But it happened and that’s where my life began.

Bryana…my first. My love. My heart was full and my dreams of grandeur went out in smoke. But I was cool with that the minute I saw her beautiful, fat, 9 pound, 4 ounce chubby face. I was hooked. And then I was a mom. My new dream.

This baby, this now 25 year old baby, completed my world. THIS was who I was meant to be. Bump fame…motherhood was where it was at! It’s challenging. Everything worthwhile is challenging. But this baby helped me, accidentally, find my true calling in life. Fame was never meant to find me. Motherhood was.

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After all of these years, 4 kids later, I realize that I was intended to be a mom. My babies are my life. I couldn’t exist without them so I’m so glad a higher force had a greater plan for me. Am I the perfect mom? HECK NO! But I love my babies, and they love me. It doesn’t get much better than that. I’m where I’m at for a reason. I belong here. And I’m glad I had an awesome surprise 25 years ago. I was meant to be a mom.

me and bry

Whether I knew it or not, this was my destiny. Thanks for coming into my life and happy birthday. You changed my life, for the better, and I’ll forever be grateful to you. I thought I was destined for greatness, but I never knew the greatness I could achieve by bringing so much beauty into the world. I love you more than the world is big, more than the sky is blue, more than the ocean’s deep. That’s how much I love you. And that’s how thankful I am that you changed my life’s plan. I wouldn’t have it any other way. YOU, and your siblings, were my destiny.

Thank you for completing me!