For the first year of her life not a human on earth could take that baby off of my hip. We were inextricably bonded, that little girl and I. She entered the world with dark curly hair and big blue eyes. She looked like one of grandma’s antique dolls, all porcelain skin and small.
Shyanne Mae and I never had a fight, she was a really, really good girl. Always more mature than her age and always sweet and kind. She brought home nearly dead (and sometimes dead) animals to rehabilitate. She loved her friends and her family with all of her heart. She asked her third grade teacher out for lunch and shopping. Fun and spunky, she loved gymnastics and dance and was great at both. We would take her to bars to sing and she would blow people away. She was a fun, light hearted girl. I always called her Pumpkin. Her dad always called her Cupcake. Baking up a storm and creating amazing confections (she is starting her own bakery on the side this year) made her nicknames perfect. Her Indian name is Little Deer which sums up her personality beautifully.
As she became a teenager with her two siblings she began to pull away. Broke the apron strings, went into the world to become herself. To find herself. It broke my heart that she was no longer my little girl so attached to my hip. But I knew she had to grow up sometime.
One of the most extraordinary things that happened to us this year was Shyanne deciding she wanted to pursue herbalism. She is not attached to my hip any longer, but our bond is still there, and now we stand side by side working together to help animals and people. She had grown up into a fine young woman. One I am very proud of.
Happy 21st Birthday, Shyanne! May all your wishes come true.