She writes, this child of mine. She makes up stories and universes and characters and she writes. Sometimes she tells me about them, sometimes she shares them with me in an email. Below is something she wrote, and read to me several weeks ago, that left me with tears in my eyes. Oftentimes, I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that she writes such things at her age! Sometimes, she displays a wisdom far beyond her years. Other times, she is herself, a blossoming young lady who is turning fourteen today. 🙂
I wanted to share this, because I am so proud of her. Happy Birthday, Baby Girl! I love you!
(Dredgen Grace is a gamer-name she made up for herself after achieving the title of Dredgen in Destiny2.)
Seasons by Dredgen Grace
Every piece in the form of who and what we are is shaped by the reality of our existence and our existential metamorphosis. That’s what most people call life.
But it’s also an inspiration into deep, shrouded layers.
A mold with an infinitely increasing number of possible shapes is constantly being filled and emptied, but no space can ever be refilled. Every space in that mold is anew in and of itself. People are like snowflakes: no two can be exactly the same. Similar maybe, sometimes sharing certain features or qualities, but never exactly the same.
I could also say people are like trees. Each one different, each one an exception, multi-faceted, taking in the life that other things breathe into us. Our seed, a distant memory. Our trunk, the unchangeable final form of self. But our branches, ever-growing, and our color ever-changing. When our vibrance and joyousness disappears, we wait for the grief that buries us to be washed away. Then before we know it we wake up, blossoms free, and start again. New life is breathed into our souls.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Year after year, until the day the last breath is drawn.
The day the leaves crumble and fall, but never grow back again.
It’s about the life I live, not the life I leave.
My babiest one is now officially a teenager! When did this happen?! Just yesterday she was
This is her cake. She loves Oreos, that’s what’s in the filling. I still have to put the writing on it, and maybe some sprinkles if she’d like.
She’s in a “don’t get me any presents, Mom, don’t make a big deal,” kind of phase. I’m trying … a little. 😉
Happy Birthday, Baby Girl! I love you so!
Mom: Well, men and women are just different, in a lot of ways …
Son: Yeah? Like how?
Daughter: Women have periods.
Son: Well, men have exclamation points. But mostly we have question marks.
That boy just cracks me up. 😀
Mom: What kind of soap do you want me to make?
Daughter: Orange scented flower shaped soap!
Son: Whatever you made last time is fine.
Mom: Last time I made you rain scented black soap.
Son: Yeah, that’s fine.
Mom: You don’t want to try something new? Like, pine scented green soap?
Son: No, I’m good with what I have.
Daughter: That means when you get out of the shower, you won’t smell like anything, you’ll just smell like you just got out of the shower, without BO.
Son: Perfect! I don’t want to smell like a tree, anyway.
This is why feminine floral, fruity scents and flower molds dominate the homemade soap industry, lol.
She asked for a rainbow cake when she turned six. Those “tie-dye” rainbow cakes were pretty popular back then so that’s what I made her. She seemed happy enough.
But this year when I asked her what kind of cake she wanted, she said, “A rainbow cake, but not the messy kind like you did last time. Can you do each color in its own layer?”
Messy kind? I see! lol
The princess requested, the mom complied. 🙂
She was happy, I was relieved!
My babiest one is twelve! Wow! <3<3<3
My kids are gamers. That’s no secret. My son is much more flexible and will play nearly anything we throw at him. He just finished Mass Effect Andromeda and really liked it.
My daughter, on the other hand, will only play Destiny. It was a game my son picked out about a year and half ago, and for a good six weeks after we got it, my daughter wouldn’t even touch it.
But then, she did.
And she hasn’t played any other game since.
Recently … well, a couple months ago recently when we were last on school break, she made it to the pinnacle in Destiny, the fabled Lighthouse. It’s a grueling challenge to get there, requiring nine consecutive victorious Trials matches. They call it “going flawless.” There was much cheering in the house that night!
Then we found these parody songs, and both of them fit my daughter to a tee, and make me laugh, so I thought I’d share them.
I hope you enjoy!
You are the perfect blessing, and I’m so thankful that you’re a part of my life.
Love you with all my heart!
Hugs and kisses!