My baby, my little one, my last one, is turning twelve tomorrow. Aaaggghhhh! How can that be? Well, apparently all the screaming in the world isn’t going to stop it, so I guess I’d had better give the kid her post.
Tori came out fists clenched and ready to fight. She was round and rosy and the cutest newborn I had ever seen. From the moment she was handed to me, she has been what you’d call “eat ‘em up delicious!” You just want to squeeze her.
Her personality as a baby was of happy delight with her family, but in that first year while she was giving us love and giggles, she could stare down a stranger with such a fierce glare that she once caused a clerk at Vons to cry. The girl was constantly trying to get Tori to smile but Tori had boundaries that said “don’t touch me”, and the girl refused to catch a clue. As she’s gotten older she’s loosened those boundaries a little, but to this day she is very clear about how far she will allow herself to be pushed.
She is a spark that can dictate the mood of any room. When she is happy it is contagious, but when she’s unhappy you’d had better believe that you will be unhappy, too. Remember, she came out ready to fight. She is more forceful than a locomotive when she wants to be, and you don’t want to get in her way.
She is also probably the most artistic person I have ever met. She sees things like no one else. If I’m painting something and get stuck on a color, all I have to do is ask her opinion and she’ll have an immediate answer.
Of course, as great as it is to be so visual, it has made for a challenging experience when it comes to academics. Because everything is based on tests she has at times struggled. I used to worry about how it would affect her later in life, but as she gets older and develops more and more skills, I can see that her future is going to be filled with opportunity. Here are just a few of the careers she could pursue with relative ease : singer, dancer, actress, writer, fashion designer, visual artist, preschool teacher, therapist and professional organizer. I can hardly wait to see who she will grow up to be but at the same time, she will always be my baby, my little one and that spark that ignites the entire room.