At six weeks you learned to smile,
At three months you learned to laugh.
At six months you cut a tooth,
and at ten months you took a step.
At two years you made a best friend,
At three years you rode a bike.
At four years you learned to skate,
and at five years you learned to write.
(Chorus)
Just ordinary miracles,
Ordinary miracles,
but all the same they're miracles to me.
The days that I'll remember well,
have a simple kind of wonderful
of ordinary miracles.
Your silky head beneath my chin
for bedtime books and lullabies.
Your angel kiss upon my cheek,
Your teddy bear clutched to your side.
How soon the bike wheels turn to car wheels,
The lullabies to rock and roll.
The teddy bears to pretty girls,
and instead of you these thoughts I'll hold.
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
And I know the day will come,
That you'll spread your wings and fly,
but I'll treasure these moments all my life.
A gentle kind of wonderful,
The sweetest days are always full,
of ordinary miracles.
Each time I hold you near,
It's an ordinary miracle.
Each time I hear (and sing) this song, it brings tears to my eyes as I think about how quickly children grow up. Each stage brings it's joys and it's challenges, but also memories.
Jaret started Junior Kindergarten today. It seems like only a few months ago that we were bringing him home from the hospital - seeing him smile for the first time, hearing his laugh, sleepless nights as he cut each tooth, and taking his first steps at ten months. Making a best friend with McKinley, learning to ride a bike with training wheels and now seeing him cruise around on his two wheeler (popping his first tire this last weekend), learning to skate at the Oval, and now learning to write more than just his name as he is in Junior Kindergarten. It has all gone by so fast, and yet sometimes, not fast enough. Seeing him walk into Kindergarten today, it was hard having to leave to go teach my Grade Five students. And when the time came for Terry to leave, he found it a little difficult as well. Mrs. Werth gave each of the parents a sticker and when it was time for the parents to leave, they placed the sticker on their child and then said good-bye. Jaret played in the house with some new friends and enjoyed painting. He also told us some of the rules he learned, including, "We can go through the blue doors but we can't go through the purple doors (exterior doors). Blue is like green and it means go but purple is like red and means stop." He is excited about being a big boy who goes to school. He loved when a couple of girls from church, Hannah and Erika, stopped to say hi and give him a hug.
Kirra was without Jaret at the dayhome today and did really well. She must have sensed my emotional/contemplative state as she didn't even cry when I dropped her off this morning. If she had done that, I think it might have set my tears off immediately. Kirra tries to be just as independent as her big brother. Everything he does, she thinks she has to do. Recently she has taken to wanting to eat her snack at the little table with Jaret. It is pretty cute seeing her sit on the little chairs. She and Jaret seem to understand each other well as they chatter back and forth with one another. We can't understand what Kirra is saying, but Jaret seems to know exactly what she wants. The other day, Jaret was convinced that Kirra said, "boy play." Something he does as soon as Terry is home from work - a little wrestling that Kirra always wants to be a part of. She is going to grow up being a little rough as she tries to keep up to an older brother. Kirra also likes sitting on the couch with her teddy bear clutched to her side. Her sitting on the couch has me worried at times since she doesn't necessarily know how to get off without going head first. And yet she wants to be independent and sit by herself and show everyone what a big girl she is - even though she is only 16 months. I want to treasure this time and not let it pass by so quickly.
All of these special times that make up the ordinary miracles of our life...times to treasure and enjoy!
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