#4 is 5

I wrote this a week and a half ago, but debated over whether or not to publish it. It’s not that we rejoice any less over the birth of our fourth child than we do over the others, I was trying to respect her wishes.

#4 wants to be invisible. That’s the super power she would choose if someone let her pick. To be able to walk completely unnoticed through a crowded room is her greatest dream. The perfect day for her would be to spend it coloring and singing quietly to herself as the rest of the world looks the other way.

This makes no sense to me. This shy and simple soul is burdened with a mother who has never met a stranger in her life; I look at the world and see only potential friends. How can my mini-me and I be complete opposites?

Quiet and self-amusing, it is easy to forget that she is even in the house, but when she is gone it is impossible to ignore her absence. She is the calm balance to the chaos of the rest of us. Slow and deliberate and impossibly sure of her opinions, she just doesn’t feel the need to share them all the time. A sweet and tiny face dominated by laughing eyes and the honest emotion that shines through them. Calm and caring and possessing a loving heart and a generous spirit, she is an amazingly kind person in the tiniest package.

Our fairy girl. Spinning and humming and twirling her way through life. Hoping not to be seen, but impossible to forget. If you see our sweet and sparkling girl and hear her giggling, be sure to admire her from a distance. Just like the magic of fairies, the magic of #4 hides at the approach of outsiders. Just trust her mother. The magic is there, and if you are patient enough, and just a little bit lucky, she may choose to share it with you, and then you will be fortunate indeed.