my little button

Everyday I’m reminded of how amazing our children are. They bless us in so many ways it’s hard to think of anything else more rewarding than having them grow in your home!

Ani has such a soft heart and eager hands to share love. She cries easily when reprimanded or when her feelings are hurt or when there is too much stress in her midst. She will notice every tiny little freckle on your body and cover it with a kiss, thinking it is a boo-boo. Her own boo-boos are covered with her tender loving kisses as well as any scratches or tears on her doll. Sharing stories of the less fortunate or the hungry children around the world grabs her attention more than any new toy. Her touch is gentle and very well meaning. When kissing her Abba good night she hugs his neck and encourages me to do the same, always wanting me to give him a tight squeeze.

Little one playing dressup

Buttons, snaps, hooks and zippers are her absolute favorite toys. If you have a button on your shirt, watch out, she’ll unbutton and button you until the cows come home. I have to hide my bras because she’ll put one on and play with the hooks all day.  She begs and sobs for shirts with buttons on while dressing her in the morning. She loves the smooth (she says: moosh) texture of each button and the exciting act of pressing them through tight holes. It will take her much time and effort to finally zip up her coat but she will do it at all costs without help. 

Ani jumps and squeals when excited, which is usually when she finishes a button or hears we are going outside or when she made it to the potty in time. Oh and if the words “cocoa” are uttered. When music with a good beat is turned up she gets her grove on in no time, especially when half dressed. 

Countless times during the day she makes me laugh and other times I can not hold back the tears. Her heart is so precious and thoughtful. She is so quick to remember something I tell her and such a dear to watch as she does her part in the family. She’ll wipe up her messes, because she knows where mama puts the rags. She folds all the washclothes even if it takes her an hour. And digging in the garden with mama is such fun…bugs are such fun to watch.

Oh I am truly so thankful for my little one. She really isn’t mine….she is her own little person growing up in our home and what a joy it is to be her trainer, role model, friend and mama.