Fifteen years ago I held our beautiful baby for the first time. We named her Brynna Leigh. She hardly ever cried. I remember standing over her bouncer seat and asking her if she was hungry. She was overdue for a feeding but yet she still smiled at me. It was as if she was saying “Oh….is it time to eat? I didn’t notice.” Fifteen years later she’s still just as content as she was when she was a baby.
When Brynna was little she loved ladybugs, toads, flowers, and Dora the Explorer. When I hear the Dora theme song I still see Brynna bouncing around the living room with pigtails flying. When she was 4 years old she was in her first Bible school program. She was bashful and we were a little nervous about how she would handle being in front of a crowd. After the program Grandma told her that she was proud of her. Brynna said “I just did what I had to do, Grandma!”
Brynna started taking dance lessons when she was 11 years old and she fell in love with jazz, tap, and ballet. She exhibits such grace and beauty when she’s dancing. I’m so thankful for the gift that God has put within her. I look forward to many more years of watching her dance.
I dropped Brynna off last week for her first driver’s ed class. Really? How can she be old enough to drive already? It just doesn’t seem right but yet it is. I would like to rewind the clock, put pigtails in her hair, and sit her down to watch an episode of Dora. But I can’t do that. But I can enjoy watching her catch toads with her little sisters. And I will savor the moments of watching her dance. And I will be thankful every day that I’ve been given the privilege of being Brynna’s mom.