Before I share some stuff about my daughters, I received a scripture from a friend from Fairhope. She was my core leader in my CBS bible study group. I felt a connection to her then. She and I had lunch one day and I felt that maybe she battled like I did. She never said so, I could just tell.
2 Corinthians 11:30 “If I must boast, I will boast about the things that show my weakness.” Wow. How encouraging.
On to my girls. If you have followed my FB page since 2011, you know Mait’s struggle with scoliosis. Unfortunately I don’t think it is over. She is one strong chick. I admire her. She wrote a paper about me that I will share later. It is humbling. She is a good writer.
I am going to focus on Elizabeth, or Wobalitz. Dean couldn’t say Elizabeth when he first started talking so he called her Wobalitz. Of course it stuck. She says she doesn’t like it but it is her email address.
Elizabeth is going to be my child who takes care of me when I am old and infirmed. She already does that. Dealing with Bipolar and Depression is tough. Days exist when I just cannot function. This is when Elizabeth takes over. She cooks, cleans does laundry, you name it. I try to tell her how much I appreciate it,, but I feel sometimes she does not believe it.
Elizabeth is very strong willed. She is stubborn and determined. The day I found out I was pregnant with Dean, her motor turned on. She was 18 months old at the time. She did not just learn how to get out of her crib that day, she JUMPED. Dennis and I were falling asleep and we heard THUMP. It scared us to death. I just knew she was dead. We walked into her room and she just stood there with a huge smile on her face. We did not even bother with rails on a big bed with her. She had no desire to sleep in her room at this point. We had to put one of those safety knobs on the inside of her door to keep her in there at night.
Elizabeth has been a force since. She has one noise level: loud. She makes herself known. You have to in a big family. She has these beautiful big brown eyes and an infectious laugh. She is beautiful and does not believe it. I have to show her I love her in different ways than the others. She does not want me to hug her. She likes it when I tell her I love her but she acts like she doesn’t. We bond by going to the grocery store together. She loves to bake. She knows all my basic recipes and kicks me out of the kitchen when I start dinner.
I have colitis as well. I was in the hospital last summer and she came and sat with me for hours while they were pumping me with steroids. We don’t have heart to hearts. She just wants to be there with me. She wants to know I am not going anywhere. She calls me ten times an hour when I go run errands. She is a home body. She would rather go with us somewhere than out with her friends. She has a small group of good friends. She prefers it that way. She is such a cool kid and I try to make sure she knows that every day. Some days her temper takes over and it is hard.
Speaking of temper… When we first moved here, a bird would sing out her window at 6 am every morning. It wasn’t so bad on school mornings but one Sunday morning she had enough, got out of bed and kicked the window out in her room. She got 9 stitches in the bottom of her foot. The nurses and doctors at the ER couldn’t keep a straight face. At the time she didn’t find it so funny. She was supposed to start 7th grade dance team clinic the next day.