Sunday, August 23, 2009

My first born

Arwen Anne Plummer is my first born child, and she has two younger siblings, Zoe (3 in September) and Nolan, (6 months) who Arwen named. Over the past five years, I have learned as much from her as she has from me. She is smart, sweet, sensitive, and creative. Arwen loves to tell stories and dramatic play is one of her favorite ways to spend her time. She can also spend hours drawing new characters for a book she’d like to publish one day. When she feels her characters are done and her story is ready to be told, I will publish in a make your own book for us to keep and look back on one day. Arwen can lose herself in books and stories, and the days when she can put those words on the pages into words in her mind, I’m sure I will find her sitting outside enjoying a light breeze until her latest book is read from cover to cover more than a few times. One of the things I adore about Arwen is her huge heart. Often times she can be found nurturing someone around her. One can see her heart aching when someone near by is hurting. She can often be caught offering some tender loving care to a child she doesn’t even know. With a rub on their back or a hug or by simply reminding them she is near and cares, she makes new friends. In the past couple of months, I’ve watched my oldest baby blossom into a little girl. A girl that offers nurturing to friends and family. A girl that sees the beautiful things in life and will stop and remind us to pause and smell the flowers. She planted a garden this spring and still goes outside each day to enjoy the beautiful blooms. It’s one of my most favorite pieces of my day whether I am with her talking and pointing to each bloom or watching her from afar respect nature and see what wondrous beauty and growth can come from a tiny seed.
To be fair, she is a growing individual and as we all grow, we all face challenges. Each day I remind Arwen to remain positive and to continue to try new things. She’s creative and brave, but also very comfortable within her own walls. New things often frighten her and make her nervous. Often times if she feels she can’t do something, she’ll give up and not do it. As we all need reminding at times, I try to remind her that with practice we can all become good at something. The smile I see on her face when she tries and succeeds is priceless.

Stephanie Plummer