Yesterday, my baby turned 7. To say she is growing up fast is an understatement. Sometimes it feels like I brought her home yesterday. I remember…
The first time she really started to cry and my husband and I staring blankly at each other wondering what to do.
The first time I realized she was a natural in front of the camera.
When I realized that she was a daddy’s girl.
Being a bit jealous of how much she looked like her dad. Then rejoicing in the moment when I found an old baby picture and saw myself in her. (Apparently, all mothers torture their kids by dressing them up and taking pictures in cute hats.)
That she has always had a sense of humor.
And a sense of style
When I learned how to turn this face….
into this face…with “the look” in mere seconds.
When she found her voice.
When I realized she could fall asleep anywhere.
The first time we went to the hospital on a false alarm. (She said she put a rhinestone up her nose, but we found on the bed AFTER we came from the emergency room).
The time we went because she was really hurt. (Broke her arm at summer camp).
When she learned how to share…
How to care…
And how to give…
When she first gave me the “mere presence of you is embarrassing me” look. (Although, I’d like to think the look was more about how unimpressed she was with Mindless Behavior).
I realize I’m starting to see this face more often. The face of a daughter growing into her independence. A daughter that doesn’t need me so much anymore. A daughter that is going to ditch me a few years for her friends, boys and a life of her own. Sometimes while I am hugging her I think, “If I hold on tight enough, maybe I can freeze this moment.” But before I start to cry, I remember…
Got any tips on how to help me deal with my only child growing up so fast?
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