Today you are nine. Halfway to being an adult. You are already starting to show signs of the impending preteen years: A messy room, emotional outbursts, wanting privacy, and asking for a phone. Other days you want to sleep next to me because you don’t feel well. You hold my hand while we are out in public, giving my heart the biggest thrill.
You announced earlier this summer that you didn’t want to do sports until you were age 10. I told you that was fine but I was going to be on you about school, reading, and preparing for your school’s spelling bee. Your response was, “That’s fine. I like that stuff.” You continue to love reading, especially the Goosebumps series. And when filling out a 4th grade questionnaire for your new teacher, you put down that one of your goals for the school year was to read the first three Harry Potter books.
You idolize Rey and Princess Leia in Star Wars and love anything Disney Descendants. R5 is your favorite group and their lead singer Ross Lynch is your secret crush. Macaroni and cheese reigns supreme three years running as your go to meal. You have more lip glosses than me and asked for makeup for your birthday (still not going to happen). You found a new obsession this year and that was the Broadway musical Hamilton and its creator, Lin-Manuel Miranda. You know the words to all the songs and your favorite characters are Hamilton and Lafayette.
You are inquisitive, asking questions about everything from events such as 9/11, to our current election season, to what trafficking is. I want to encourage your want of unlimited knowledge but also don’t want you to carry the burden of the world’s problems because of your sensitive soul. But with your sensitivity you also have strength. You are not easily swayed, standing up for yourself when you feel the need and know your worth in friendships.
I can’t wait to see what the upcoming year has in store for you. I truly believe you could the run world if you wanted to. Your dad and I are so proud of you. We love you, our Scarlet.