When I first heard the term rainbow baby, I didn’t like it. (For those who don’t know by now, which I can’t imagine is any of you, but you never know, a rainbow baby is the live baby that is born after a still baby.) It seemed too glossy to capture all that the birth of a live baby meant to your father and me.
But as time has gone on, I see, at least when it comes to you, how rainbow baby fits your personality. Although I suppose you would wrinkle your nose at me at the term “baby”. As an 11-year-old, you are far from a baby.
You are definitely our rainbow girl, though. You are many-hued and bright. You are easy-going most of the time. The list of things you dislike — chores, homework, broccoli — is fairly short, and though you don’t like these things, especially homework, you have adapted to the fact that they cannot be avoided.
You know the terms optimist and pessimist, and you consider yourself the former. You usually look on the bright side of things; you seldom complain. And you never complain about nothing, if you know what I mean.
And while you are generally even-keeled and sunny, you are starting to show flashes of temper, tears, and frustration that give your father and me glimpses of the rocky road ahead. I feel that your feelings should be treated as valid, but at the same time I have to teach you some appropriate behavior around them. And for as much as you embrace the sunny side of life, when you get angry or sad, I can see the pessimist in you, too.
You are more visually creative than I ever was as a child, and you are starting to find satisfaction in the written word as well. You recently received an art book about making charms out of clay, and you immediately made about five of them.
When you came home the following day, you went right back to work, declaring, “My friends asked me to make them some charms.” As I had been such a quiet and introverted child, my heart thrilled to hear you talk about your friends. You have adapted well in your new school, embracing the opportunities and challenges it has set out for you. Thank you for that; it has been easy on my heart.
You, in general, are easy on my heart. I love you so much, my first girl, my rainbow baby — sorry, rainbow girl. Stay bright and curious and open to the world. Your daddy and I could not possibly be more proud of you.
Happy birthday, Flora.