My dear, sweet, spunky Mackenzie turned 6 last week. I was ecstatic and devastated all at once, for obvious mama-type reasons.
To explain just how delightfully fun and intelligent my little six year old is, I’d like to tell you this short story from our birthday weekend of celebrating.
In the pantry I keep lemon sandwich cookies that happen to be Michael’s favorites. To be clear: It is understood that they are Michael’s cookies.
One evening, while I was finishing up the supper dishes, I heard some rummaging around in the pantry. Nothing unusual, so I kept on with my chores.
A few moments later, more rustling. And again a bit later. I turned around to see my baby standing right next to me – with a mustache of crumbs encircling her smile. This exchange followed between us:
With great curiosity I said, “Whatcha eating, sweetie?”
Eyes sparkling, she replied,”lemon cookies.”
*grins ear to ear*
“How many did you eat?” I tried to ask without accusing.
“three”
“THREE? Oh wow. Did you ask Daddy if you could have three of his cookies?”
“Oh yes! I did.” she said confidently; then a bit quietly… “I whispered.”
“Oh….” *mama desperately trying not to giggle*
Thoughtful confession, “He probably didn’t hear me…”
As a Mother I’ve spent many hours hoping and praying that I won’t forget each stage with my children. And often, in my case trying to retain three sets of memories, I wonder if I have room in my brain for all the “Mackenzie” memories. I am grateful for all of the precious moments with each of my children, but especially the quirky, little, funny ones like this that I know I’ll never forget.
Happy sixth birthday to my sweet Mackenzie!
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