This post is a little late, because in all honesty, I really struggled to write it. I still don't believe that I have found the right words to sum up this baby of ours. We prayed hard for this little blessing, and we have had to pray hard to survive her. I read a quote the other day that pretty much epitomizes our life with Waves, "God uses children to reveal and shape your character. Children are both a blessing and a test."
Lord have mercy this child tests us daily.
To our Sweet Waverley - our Wavy Kate, Toot Toot, Waves, Wavy Girl, Chubby Bunny, Toots, and quite often, Waverley Kate Crump with an exclamation. You may even think your name is “No” these days.
This year has been the most challenging year of my life, because you my dear, are not for the faint hearted.
You are strong willed - tumultuous and fierce, and we have known this about you since the day we brought you home. There have been many conversations between your dad and I about the magnitude of your personality and how it absolutely terrifies us on occasion.
From May through September, your dad worked out of town during the week, and you slept in fifteen or thirty minute bursts. At that time, I was working two jobs - teaching and running a wedding venue. I was just barely functioning on coffee and fumes. I clung to those moments of sweetness where you would let me hold you and love on you, and tried to push the sleepless nights and sheer exhaustion out of my mind.
Kyndall was our saving grace; helping me in anyway she could, a cup of coffee waiting for me each morning. Kyndall is the voice of reason and our moral compass in this house. Just yesterday she informed me that I was not being consistent in disciplining you, and apparently you need more spankings. You can thank her later in life.
As I look back on the last year, especially those first few months, it hurts my heart. It was such a difficult season that there were times that I didn’t feel like I was able to enjoy you as much as I wanted to. I was just simply surviving. In that exhausted, frustrated, overwhelmed state, it feels like I missed out somehow. I was there with you, but it was hard. It was work.
But Wavy Girl, you are worth it.
You are our living version of a sour patch kid. Sour at first and then sweet: Screaming at the top of your lungs and then cooing sweetly. Hugging my neck and then ripping my hair out. Terrorizing all of those around you and then in the next instant sitting back watching pensively.
You keep us on our toes... actually on our tippy toes - just hoping we don't wake you too soon.
You are wild, Sweet Girl. Oozing life and personality out of your pores. Your attitude is fierce. Your crinkled-nose-smile and laugh are infectious. Your temper… formidable. Your will, unparalleled.
You are a force to be reckoned with.
And you are loved beyond measure.
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