My Ryleigh, Today You Are Nine!



What is this?

Your birthday?!


I swear I just watched your first steps,

That first time.

You were just two years old,

Tiny teeth, chubby hands.

And now here you are,

A big girl with big plans.

I can’t believe that you’re nine, Ry.

These years have flown by.

I remember my smile

The first time that you cried.

I was floored by our bond when I’d first brought you home,

You were new,

But you were someone that I’d always known.

Someone I’d always wanted.

Someone I’ll always need.

Someone growing so quickly

It terrifies me.

We have so much to do, Ry.

And there’s so much we’ve done.

I’d take you as my partner

Over anyone.

You’re always my right hand.

You don’t leave my side.

You’re starting to now,

And it fills me with pride.

To watch from afar

As you talk or you play.

Introducing yourself

In your confident way.

Throwing your head back

To laugh from your heart,

You’re so funny and free,

Such a strong girl, so smart.

Please enjoy this time, Ryleigh.

Enjoy being a child.

Be barefoot and crazy,

Be restless and wild.

Paint pictures on walls

And sing songs on the train.

Hide under tables

And dance in the rain.

Do all the fun things you can’t do once you’re big.

Be an asker,

A seeker,

A rock star,

A kid.

Make your mark, Girl.

Kiss the world with your ‘you.’

Give us all a taste of what Miss Ryleigh can do.

Show us what you have to offer.

We need more of it.

When you reach a closed door,

Give it one good swift kick.

Don’t take ‘no’ for an answer,

And don’t tell yourself ‘no.’

Don’t believe there’s a limit to how far you can go.

Don’t even wonder.

Just pick up and be off.

I’ll be by your side always,

Even when I’m not.


You’re my heart, Ryleigh.

I’ve told you that, right?

For nine years you’ve shown me

Why I love my life.

You’ve taught me to love,

You’ve kept loving me.

Without you around

I’m not sure where I’d be.

I know where I am, though-

I’m at Bliss and at Peace

I’m mothering two girls

Kind enough to choose me.

I’m growing along with you.

Learning every day.

I want to be with you always,

But I know you can’t stay.

I know that in time,

You’ll test out your wings.

I will keep planting roots.

You go soar.

Do great things.

You’re already breathtaking.

It’s nothing I did.

You came here magnificent,

You were ready to live.

You are my role model.

A perfect design.

My hero.

Have a great year, Ry.

My baby.

You’re nine.


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I'm Kimberley, work-at-home single momma to two girls, Ryleigh, 9, and Logan, 3. The Single Crunch is the story of our journey from a lifestyle saturated in mainstream ideals to an organic existence, and learning to love each other, ourselves, and any living thing, unconditionally. I'm passionate about breastfeeding, unschooling, single parenting, writing, grief, childhood abuse, childism, and natural living. I write about all this and whatever else moves me, which is a lot, and I throw in some funny on the regular. I'm humbled and grateful to have you reading, thank you. I hope something here will help you in any way.

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4 Comments on “My Ryleigh, Today You Are Nine!”

  1. August 19, 2012 at 12:19 pm #

    absolutely beautiful prose brought more than one tear to mine eyes :)

  2. August 19, 2012 at 2:48 pm #

    Awwww <3 So beautiful and what a beautiful description you painted. Thank you!

  3. The Laotian Commotion
    August 19, 2012 at 6:03 pm #

    Happy birthday!

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