Thursday, October 27, 2011

Let's Pretend I Wrote This on October 13th

Eleven Candles
ELEVEN years ago today (or, if you aren't able to pretend with me, eleven years, two weeks and one day ago), my first child was born. I'll never forget the moment when that tiny 6 pounds and 5 ounces and 18 inches of baby was handed to me. She was so alert. And she looked up at me with these eyes that were so full of a wisdom that only a brand-new baby can have. I always wish I knew just what she was thinking then as she stared into my own eyes. Such a poignant moment for me in my life. You just don't ever understand how much you are capable of loving something until you are handed your very own baby.

That tiny little baby is now eleven years old. And she looks more like she's fourteen. She's 100 pounds and some-odd ounces and 63 inches now. I'm not so hot at math, but that's a lot of growth, and I'm not really sure I like it. I can't even remember the last time I was able to lift Bria and I kind of hate that feeling.

That little soul with the wise eyes is now in middle school. She can play concertos on her violin. She loves art and is really into drawing cats right now. She loves reading and has started looking to me for her book choices (I convinced her to read A Wrinkle in Time this week and she loved it). She loves dogs. We need to get a dog just for her. Seriously. (Are you listening, Joel?)

There is so much I can write about Bria, but I am particularly proud of the way she has begun to internalize our family theme this year. Our theme is "I Will Go & Do" with a sub-theme of "I Can Do Hard Things." She decided that she would get up every morning at 6:00 am to practice because last year it became painfully apparent that practicing just doesn't happen when we leave it until after school. She has diligently done this this school year, and even though she sometimes doesn't make it down until nearly 6:30, and other times she seems to fall asleep mid-bow, she hasn't missed a single morning except for the one day that she was sick with a fever. And her progress is showing her diligence. She was given a difficult fiddle piece to play on the Halloween recital, and when she first saw it she immediately said, "It's too hard. I can't do it." I gave her a look, and she amended her statement to, "But I can do hard things." And she did indeed do it. I've never been so proud of her at a recital.
Halloween Recital
Here she is (she's Hermione) playing in the Halloween recital. A group of kids played this piece together and it definitely stole the show. I love her face. She's been playing the violin for a long time, but performing in front of people has always been akin to dying for her. Just in the last year or so has she finally been okay with it, but she still tries to keep all traces of enjoyment off of her face while she is playing. But during this Hoedown she kept having smiles creep in because it is just so fun to play, but she tried to squash them down, silly girl! Can't have anybody knowing that she actually LIKES playing, now can we?

I did post a video to Facebook a few days ago of her practicing in the dark of the morning and I think it will work to embed it here. This is not her best playing (in fact, Joel said it was some of "her worst playing ever" after I posted on FB), but she had just rolled out of bed and I couldn't trick her into letting me film it again because she had my number after it was over. I guess my little lie about reading my email on my phone while she practiced didn't quite work.

Another hard thing that she has tackled this year is math. She's really trying harder, and it is showing.

Bria is just such a delightful girl, and so many of the things that have caused us to butt heads in the past are fading. It's really awesome to be her mother.

And I still can't believe I've been her mother for eleven whole years! (And two weeks and one day.)

But then, I also can't believe I've ever been without this little girl ever in my life. I love her so much.

Happy Birthday, Breezies! Love you forever and a day.
Lara Neves
Lara Neves

Lara is mom to three daughters—two teens and a tween. She loves to share her parenting and homemaking triumphs and failures here at Overstuffed! She was diagnosed with Lyme disease in 2015 and has been fighting it ever since. When she isn't working on her mother of the year award, you can find her reading, singing, or taking photos.


  1. Bria is truly a gift. And she was especially chosen out for you and Joel to raise. YOu are so lucky, as was I! I love you all. Plus, I loved waking to that hoedown every morning I was there. It was so reminicent of all the days of hard practicing you kids did at the piano while I was making dinner, (and while I sang along). Such wonderful memories. You can't take anything with you to the next life, but you can take music and your skills you have gained here. Super job Bria!

  2. Happy belated Birthday Bria! What a great, talented girl.

  3. Your love for her shines through in your post--she's a lucky girl!

  4. Happy belated birthday to Bria! What a talent she has. She's going to be tall (just like you), isn't she?

  5. I agree with everything - because we have so much in common. I have a tall 11 year old and I think of the tiny baby with the big pink lips. Now I have to sneak my kisses in or wait until she's in the "mood" to kiss me. :cry: but I love her. I also remember how whenever Bria and Mikelle would play, the change of outfits happened so fast and then there was the time they played flower garden and "watered" the bed. Our houses had the same layout, so I don't remember if they watered bria's bed or they watered Mikelle's bed! lol Then I remember when we celebrated Mikelle's birthday (a few weeks early) with you in Cedar City and Bria wore her hair so silly and you were not liking that and Mikelle's pouted through her party because it was windy which meant we couldn't light the candles. Gotta love our independent grown up girls! And this part has nothing to do with our girls, but then Billie and I were laughing a few weeks ago about when you biffed it outside of Hard Rock Cafe.

  6. HOW did this happen?
    She's little.
    She really is.
    They all are. THey can't grow up. They just can't.

  7. Such a beautiful tribute! And what a wonderful girl. And I remember reading "A Wrinkle in Time", too, and recommending it to my kids. Good memories. My oldest celebrated his 28th(!!!) birthday this year, and that's certainly crazy when I am 'sure' that I am not a day over 30! hee hee. But every year brings new joys with every child. Happy birthday, Bria!

  8. Holy cannoli, she's eleven?! Wow. What a lovely, brilliant young lady she's become. Happy birthday, Bria!