My thankful post today pays tribute to my second child, my daughter Sara.
Sara was born in November, 1991. She was the smallest of our four kids weighing in at 7lbs. 4 oz. She was also my longest labor–5 hours. Sara started early with sickness. At five weeks old they tested her for cystic fibrosis. She struggled with breathing difficulties off and on for most of her childhood. Countless Christmases were spent in the hospital with her. It seems that Christmas time was the time of year she would always be sick, usually with pneumonia. She was diagnosed with asthma as a toddler and had breathing treatments with a nebulizer four times a day every day through most of the year. I remember one time her preschool went on a field trip to the farm. The farmer had a hayloft that the kids could go up in and play. Sara wasn’t able to go up there–we knew what the hay being thrown around could do to her and couldn’t take that chance. My heart was broken as all the kids went up to have fun while she stayed down with me. She was okay with it, though. We spent extra time with the goats and sheep. Sara was very smart kid. She started preschool when she was two and was reading by the end of the year. At four she went to kindergarten. When we moved to Minnesota, she was always the youngest in her grade. One would never know it though. She excelled early in music, starting with the saxophone in 4th grade. By 7th grade she found school boring and asked to be homeschooled. At that point, I was already homeschooling two others so it wasn’t a big deal to add one more. She used her free time at home to pursue her interests like music and art. She loved to read and draw and she LOVED horses and wanted to own one in the worst way! It was the one thing she always wanted that we never did get her. By high school, she had taught herself the flute, trumpet, clarinet, drums, and piano all while continuing to excel at the saxophone. She was invited to join a state youth jazz band. Every Saturday we drove over 50 miles one way for a 3 hour jazz band rehearsal. She made all state band as well. I never tired of hearing her play music at all hours of the day and night. It is something I miss now that she has started her own life. Her fierce independence often made teenage years difficult, but I can now say that she is not just my daughter but also my best friend. She has grown into a beautiful, confident, and caring young woman whose heart is tender toward those in need. She is currently engaged to a wonderful young man and will be getting married soon. The thought of giving her away is heartbreaking to us, yet I thank God every day for making us her parents.
Oh, the elephant is a story for another post. Let’s just say that teenagers can be quite embarrassing in stores when they want to be!