Isabelle is another year older, though in truth, she has always seemed older than her age suggests. Being so close in age to Ava, she has long since decided that she is capable of doing anything Ava can do, and expects to be treated as such. We have had to temper this attitude a bit, but whenever given the opportunity, she works hard and proves to those around her that she can [almost always] do whatever she sets her mind to do.
From the very first, Isabelle has been quick to help, eager to learn new skills, and insistent on being around anyone who might be taking on an in interesting endeavor. She is my near constant companion in the kitchen, with questions flowing as fast as I can answer them, and a desire to do everything. This is a challenge for my somewhat particular personality, but on my more gracious days, I try to hand her the reins when I can, and brace myself for extra mental effort it brings (okay, so this isn’t one of my parenting strengths). But even despite my reluctance, Isabelle is persistent and isn’t easily discouraged from seeking out new opportunities for herself.
Isabelle is also a nurturer. She loves to take care of people, and she’s good at it. From volunteering for all the random tasks, to coming up with her own ideas on what might help someone, she puts all of herself into being a mother hen whenever she gets the chance. She’ll give endless hugs, and back-rubs, and snuggles. She’ll make tea, and fetch ice packs, and adjust pillows and blankets. And all with a huge smile on her face. Because she loves to be able to DO things to show love to people.
When it comes to school, Isabelle has definite strengths in math and reading, but is still working on listening well. It will come in time, I’m sure, and I guess this is one of those areas where I need to just remind myself that she’s only turning seven – she’s learning her multiplication facts and reading chapter books and measuring ingredients and folding laundry and helping in the garden – I guess pronouns can wait.
And I have to say, nothing can make me smile like this girl. She has the BEST giggle ever. Her smile still melts my heart. She writes songs for me and tells me she thinks I’m beautiful….and I know this isn’t supposed to be about me, but these are the ways I see her wonderful heart shining through. I love my Isabelle Sophia more than words can say. I have been so blessed by her these seven years, and as always, I am grateful for the chance to celebrate her and all the qualities that make her unique and – as she aspires to be – marvelous.