Today marks a special day. It was this day one year ago that our joyful bundle of Jilly came rushing impatiently into our lives.
I’ve been trying to write Jillian’s treasure letter for a week, but never satisfied. What do you say in a letter to a little girl who has changed your life so completely? I’m not talking about the sappy “she’s made our trio a quartet” kind of life-changing. I mean, I’m a different person now than I was a year ago and it’s because of her. OK, right…. like that sounds any less sappy. Let me explain. Her brother made me a mom, so what could this little second edition possibly have done in one short lap around the sun to be considered “life changing”? Before I get to that, let me tell you a little about her.
She’s a lovable jerk. 12:04 on her birthday morning and I sit bolt upright in bed to a scream that prickles my neck hairs. I’m awake! As I trip over a pillow and stumble out the door, around the corner, and into her room, I hear nothing. Just one screech, as usual. One is for mom. Then she waits before doing it again. She knows if she does it the second time, she gets brother, too. Did the job, didn’t it? Why waste energy? I come in to her standing in the close corner of the crib facing the now open door. Her dog in one hand, she waves with the other, and gets the biggest, sweetest smile on her face. “Hi!” she says like she’s unexpectedly bumped into an old friend in the frozen food aisle. She bounces a few times on the mattress then grunts and points at the floor. My eyes move to Big Bunny, one of her three naptime and bedtime friends. I reach down and pick it up. Without even letting me get all the way to her, she reaches out and tugs on his ear in my hand. As soon as it’s in her hand, she simultaneously pulls Big Bunny to her chest, turns, and falls, cooing, face down into a pile of fluff. As if to say “g’night, womanservant, that is all,” she turns her back on me and says “bye-bye” in that deceptively sweet little voice. See you in an hour, birthday brat.
She has her own ideas. On her very first birthday, she bounced into this world by disobeying the nurses’ orders to stay put until the doctor arrived. Just yesterday, she pointed and grunted for her brother to get her that thing just over there that mom said she couldn’t have. We’ve learned her cries, her babble, her grunts, and her facial expressions. Jillian Scarlett knows what she wants and she’s very good at conveying her message. Since day 1, Jillian has known what it is that she wants and hasn’t been afraid to make her voice heard to get it.
She was born to stand out. Without being able to speak to us, she lets us know that although she’s second, she’s nobody’s copy. Before she was born, everyone tried to warn me that Wifflette #2 would be different. I ignored them. Seriously. It’s a baby. How different can they possibly be from one another? Ha! I unknowingly goaded God with that question, so He gave me a polar opposite to her easy-going, sweet older brother. Zachary slept through the night at about 3 months old. Jillian has slept through the night maybe three times in her life, and those were on accident. She’s always made up for it by nap protests, too. Zachary was a healthy eater. He’d ask quietly when his tummy gurgled and then sit, patiently, with his mouth open like a baby bird. Jillian doesn’t ask, she demands. She squawks. She bangs her hand on the tray. Sometimes she even lets me know before she wants more. I’ve come to learn that “Muah!!” means “Look mom, there are only 5 Cheerios left. That’s just enough time for you to get more out here so I don’t have a break in the line, here. What are you waiting for? Chop, chop! 4…”
With a little encouragement, she’ll shine. She’s showing her precocious brother up when it comes to developmental milestones. Rolling over. Crawling. Solid foods. First word. He set the bar for her to jump over it and look back smiling. Oh, add first smile to that list, too. She’s smart and she’s cute. She’s motivated, driven, curious about everything. She loves herself without hesitation. She loves everyone else fiercely. She does everything all the way. Kisses? All over your face. With her tongue. Stories? As long as it’s not just one! Food? All of it. If you don’t stop her, she eats until she throws up. Stuffed animals? If one’s good, two’s better. Not the little one. The big one. With long floppy ears that I trip over. Yeah, that one. Challenge accepted. Life? Let’s go! And, she loves when you clap for her. A simple “Go, Jillybean!” puts a smile on her face and pushes her to try her hardest.
So, back to the life changing part. Jillian is the face to an amorphous idea I’d never understood until I met her and got to know her. There’s a big surprise, Wiff needs to make a concrete connection. It’s not just her. It’s everyone. Nearly everyone I know is a more or less extreme version of Jillian.
People are lovable jerks. When I was student teaching, my cooperating teacher gave me a lesson in life that I’ll never forget. Not all the kids will be good at everything. Some kids won’t seem to be good at anything. Some are friendlier or better listeners. Some will love you; some won’t. Some come with quite a bit of baggage, but “it’s our job to love them with their warts.” This doesn’t just go for Jillian, or fifth graders. It’s true for everyone. The jerks need love, too… probably more than the sweet ones.
People have their own ideas. As a firstborn, I struggle with this one. Growing up, I was the boss; with my little sister, in friendships, with my grandparents, with what I ate. In just about every way, my life was my way. And I thought other people’s lives should be my way, too. It wasn’t until after I graduated from a private grammar school of just over 100 and found myself in a high school of over 3,000 that I realized how valuable it is to have a voice and a say in your own life. Whether it’s being a part of a family, church, at school, at work, on the field, etc, having a voice on your team is not just important for the individual. Even the smallest member can make a very valid contribution.
People are born to stand out. Just like Zachary and Jillian are different, everyone has strengths that they can employ to provide value to their team. If everyone thought the same and brought the same skills to the table, it would be a very incomplete and lopsided team. What you have that makes you stand out helps everyone stand stronger together.
With a little encouragement, people shine. As a leader in my family, I need to be the cheerleader, the encourager, and the nurturer of my two shining stars. As a team member on all my other teams, I am becoming more mindful of this as well. Being different isn’t bad. Shining is important. Your unique ideas are needed. Strengths should be celebrated and encouraged. You did that hard thing? Awesome! Good for you! You’re a rock star! You’re helping make this team better!
Self-confidence, security, and trust are necessities before those lovable jerks will start to voice their ideas, stick their heads up and risk their neck to stand out, or start to shine. What better way to start building that foundation than with a positive and encouraging safety zone? Having Jillian has made me a more tolerant lover, a more flexible leader, a more respectful observer, and a more intentional encourager. She’s got me constantly questioning what I can do to be a better version of my former self. Happy Birthday, Jillian. I can’t wait to see what you I learn in year two.