I put my toddler to bed for the last time tonight. When she wakes up, she’ll be a little girl…. Sigh…
There are ages in my head that just make a world of difference. Like…
1 to 2 – baby to toddler
3 to 4 – toddler to little girl
5 to 6 – little girl to kid
and we’ll see how things go from there…
M is my only daughter. And I feel so blessed having a girl! I LOVE all the girl stuff. It is super fun! I love pink! I love fluff! I love sparkle! I love dresses! I love doing hair! I love nail polish! I love it all!
(even the drama hasn’t been too bad yet!)
I feel like every birthday makes me feel like this… like hoping that I’m doing enough. Enough to make memories, to give them a happy childhood, to teach them about the Lord. Enough to remember these precious moments, to appreciate all that I have, to (as one of my buddies says) “max out” every season of life.
I love my kidlets and birthdays are bittersweet for me. It’s hard to let them grow up for me…. and I’m glad it is. I think that means I’ve heeded the words of countless older moms. That “these are the best days of my life.” And “Enjoy it. It goes to quickly.”
So tomorrow, we will be celebrating my little angel… and I’m going to cherish every second of it! And I’ll probably fake cry really loudly and tell her she’s not allowed to grow up. Then she’ll tell me that “No matter how big I get, i will never stop loving you.”
That’s what they all say when I do that.
And I’ll say, “No matter how big you get, I will never stop loving YOU!”