Four Years of Myra
Myra is joy.
I have often pondered how I don't really know what it is that will bring me joy and what it is that will bring me unpleasantness.
I mourned having a fourth child. I struggled to process it. Like grief it could be triggered even years after Myra was born, mingling in with the love and the gratitude.
I look at Myra, four years of Myra, and am in awe that almost every day I now tell God how grateful I am that she is here.
She has brought SO much joy into our lives.
I knew I'd love her, but I didn't know how much I'd enjoy her.
Myra had to have determination to come into our family, and that determination seems to be a permeant fixture of her being. There is a special fire in her bones. A flame of joy and persistence that flickers to flame everyday.
Myra is expressive, animated, and loves to love. When she is excited, she is excited with her whole body. Bouncing, shaking, throwing herself to the air. She can not contain the feeling.
Myra is always talking and will carry her words on until they are heard. She is unafraid to tell you how you have affected her, or what she wants.
She is incredibly stubborn and (luckily for us) easily distracted.
She loves to make up stories. She tells us her "dreams" which are just story after story that she spins. If she is ever tired of hiking you can get her to keep moving by getting her to tell a story.
When she is angry she is angry with her whole being. Throwing, spewing, exploding in expression.
Myra will spit venom at you verbally, insults and punishments tripping over themselves as she rushes to curse you while the emotions run high in her body. She tells me daily that she will no longer be my daughter, and describes in detail how she will cut me up and eat each part of me.
She will scream and spew until (by exhaustion or distraction) she is calmed. She will then fall into your arms wanting to feel validated and comforted. She is so verbal that she wants everything to be discussed and explained when regulated.
She tries to cope with the helplessness she feels when not in control by denying herself joy. (FINE then I WON'T eat my snack. FINE then I WONT go to the park. Okay then we Will NEVER be Best Friends!)
Myra repairs well. When she calms she sincerely apologizes. She owns her actions and is the first to give her own self grace. "I'm sorry I yelled. I was having a hard time"
Myra always wants a friend. She hates to be left out and often assumes it is because she is "little" that she is left behind. Thus, the topic of how long it takes to grow is a common lament for her.
She loves her routine. Dance on Monday, Bike ride & Yoga, Reading time & shows. She dresses herself and always before she's left her bedroom in the morning.
She has memorized the books "the bad seed" and "there is a monster at the end of this book". She loves to read to herself and makes up the words when she hasn't yet memorized it.
Myra loves her cat Winters. She holds him on and off all day.
She listens to her Yoto player at top volume, always the recordings of Damon reading to her. She turns it on again and again throughout the night as she wakes up seeking comfort.
Myra loves chocolate chips, spaghetti, roasted broccoli, and apple sauce. She is eager to help in the kitchen and finds great fulfillment in helping create meals and treats.
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