Thursday, March 19, 2015

Slice #19 of 31- Seventeen Years Ago We Welcomed Julia

For the month of March, I am participating in the Slice of Life Challenge, hosted by the community of writers at Two Writing Teachers. Many of my slices are at my personal blog, Just Write, Melanie, but ones that deal specifically with education appear at Two Reflective Teachers. All are welcome to join the slicing party by reading and commenting. People write amazing posts.




Seventeen years ago, at exactly this time, we welcomed Julia Lynn into the world. Last year during the Challenge, I wrote a tribute to Julia. This year, I am compiling some of my favorite Julie stories:

  • As a 3 year-old, the pronoun "I" did not exist. My older daughter worked hard to correct this habit, but "me" lasted a long, long time. 
  • As a teenager, Julia has crazy hiccups. She says they are beyond her control, but she tends to have her loudest hiccups when her opponents are shooting free throws. 
  • In second grade, we went to the American Girl store. Just as we went to enter the dining room, Julia, who had reassured me that she felt fine, turned to face me and threw up all over me. We didn't have lunch. We went to the Gap and bought new outfits. 
  • Last week, she was asked to the prom by a very cute boy who had his very cute friends spell out PROM? on their chests and stand in front of her wearing Speedos. The pictures are priceless. 
  • In eighth grade, she achieved the "Summit Report Card" of all A+'s and 1's for effort and conduct.
  • She played a beautiful Gretl in the Sound of Music when she was seven. Really. We all cried in the last scene when she sat on the Captain's shoulders.
  • Her soccer team tied an important game this past year. I wasn't there, but my husband agreed with Julia's analysis that the one goal the opponent scored was because of Julia's defensive mistake. She shut herself in her room when she got home and came downstairs the next morning. 
  • Until sixth grade, she refused to wear any pants with buttons or snaps. 
  • When Julia was fifteen, we experienced lice in our house. She has a LOT of hair on her head. Some of our most bonding moments that November was sitting and watching Gray's Anatomy on her computer while I combed her hair with a SUPER fine tooth comb. We had to do this four times on separate occasions before we were convinced that her hair was bug-free. Note to self: people are really nice when you are combing their VERY long hair with a fine tooth comb. 
  • Every Christmas, I ask Julia what gift to buy for anyone in our house. She always knows.
Seventeen years, and I have many more stories. 

I love that girl.

Happy Slicing,



9 comments:

  1. I love how you shared all of these stories! Happy birthday to your daughter (and happy anniversary of your daughter's birth to you). Your daughter sounds like an incredible young woman! Enjoy her special day!

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  2. This is adorable. Wish I was home with you guys!!

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  3. Ahhh! What beautiful stories. I hope you wrap them up and give them to her for her birthday!

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  4. I love this so much...made me get choked up, thinking of all the wonderful moments we have with our daughters. And I had to laugh about the pants, because currently my four year old will wear nothing but leggings. Tons of adorable hand-me-down jeans from her sister and she refuses.

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  5. These special moments you captured made me feel as if I were looking at a photo album! Excellent!

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  6. Your daughters are all extraordinary people. Each one has unique talents that you celebrate. Happy Birthday Julia! I loved the prom picture on Larkin's blog.

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  7. This is really lovely. Your daughters are amazing people, just like you, Melanie.

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  8. I love this, Melanie. What a special daughter with already special stories to remember. My oldest granddaughter is on her way with the buttons and snaps-none accepted, anywhere. And you're a nice mom to write this, plus combing that very long hair!

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