Music to my Ears
I have always loved the music that St. Philips has blessed me with but today seemed extra special. We sang several of my favorites but one arrangement of the 23rd Psalm really touched me today. I am still trying to catch my breath from being sick last week and am still hanging on to a little cough but I (in my most sincere attempt) belted out that song like I meant it. It is my hope that Landry loves music and will have a better talent than her parents. I would love for her to play the piano and the guitar and have a voice of an angel. Her babysitter, Ashton, has the most beautiful voice and I have found her more than a few times singing to her. That makes my heart smile....big! Right now she will break out in a full dance when any thing with a beat comes on and she loves for me to sing 'Itsy Bitsy Spider to her. She will do all of the hand movements and they are always right on time. I can pretty much change her state just by busting out a little IBS to her. It's like magic. My friend Theresa bought her a Barney CD with her name in it and she recognizes her name in it when we play it. As crazy as that purple dinosaurs voice drives me, I'll gladly listen to it if it makes her happy. The funny thing is that she has never seen him because she doesn't watch TV. Well I say that but for the last few mornings she finishes up her milk and grabs my remote(while laying in my bed) and says Help! Help!---actually pronounced 'hep! hep!' She wants me to turn on the TV but never watches anything on it. She never has. As far as the HELP plea, she completely understands what that means. If she ever gets stuck doing a puzzle or trying to accomplish something and cannot do it, she never hesitates to ask me for 'HEP'. This sweet child of mine rarely ever gets frustrated because she can communicate with me so well. She is only 16 months old and has close to 300 recognizable words that she can say and understand. I don't know about you but I think that that is amazing. She is a SPONGE. She soaks up each and every day as a learning experience. Most people that spend any time with her cannot believe her vocabulary. She is also really learning peoples names and can recognize voices and faces with such ease. She knows SuSu, MoMo, PawPaw, Keeee-deee, Sha Sha, Sophie(pronounced sometimes Fo-fie) and of course the Mommy, Daddy and the most important...Bella! She certainly recognizes other people but she knows them by their voice alone. I have to tell you about Sophie. She pointed to a picture I have of her hanging on the wall one day a
nd gave me the BABY sign and said 'baaaaby'. I told her that was a baby and what her name was. She said 'FO-fie!' I started crying. Couldn't help it....it just happened. When I told Mike, he told me that she had done the same thing with him the day before and was waiting for her to do it for me. I asked her if she wanted to give her some kisses and she held her arms up and she immediately reached over and gave her a kiss dead square on the mouth. It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. since then, she does it every few days and even if we are in another room and her name comes up, she runs back to my bathroom where her portrait is on my wall and screams ' FO-FIE!!' It is so funny. How will I ever explain her sister to her? I stay in a conflicted place where she is concerned these days. As much as I miss that child, I have to thank God that he chose to take her because I wouldn't have Landry. How can a Mother be almost grateful that she doesn't have her child? It hurts to think about it but it hurts even more to think about not having Landry. She is the core of who I am as a mother and I don't think I would be the mother I am if any thing in this life of mine were any different. It something I ponder from time to time and struggle with but the more I learn what being a mother is, I understand a little more what God's plan was for me. How can I question that? She is perfect and whole in His arms and he gave me something so wonderful in return. As I approach Mother's Day, I can only be filled with gratitude and thanksgiving for the many many blessings I have already received from these two beautiful children. Hug your kids, your pets, your spouse or whoever extra tight this week but make sure you hug your Mama if you still have the luxury of doing so. I know I certainly would.
