Seems like just yesterday…
Time goes by so fast…
My baby isn’t a baby anymore…
The clichés go on and on, but the reality of their truth is undeniable.
She’s growing up.
She’s moving to the Junior High.
She has a style, and wants to wear make-up.
She does her hair, and her nails and has pimples.
She has a voice and opinions.
Now she’s too old for a backpack.
She’ll be boy crazy and think her friends know more than I do.
Soon I’ll be uncool and embarrassing.
She’ll rebel and hate me for my rules.
I can deal with that. Because I know it won’t last forever.
Many times I will wonder what she’s doing.
Many times I will worry about her safety.
She will feel the pressure of her peers.
She will have her heart broken.
I can deal with that. It’s part of the journey.
What I’m having a hard time with is…
She doesn’t need crayons for school anymore.
They’re no longer on her school supply list.
And they’ll never be on her school supply list ever again.
She’s no longer that little girl hiding behind my leg.
The one who needed me to feed her, bathe and dress her and brush her teeth.
The one who needed a bedtime story with silly voices, a lullaby and an under-the-bed-monster-check before being tucked in.
The 2am feedings are ancient history, and I haven’t had to kiss her boo-boo in quite some time.
She’ll still need me…but not like she used to.
And that will last forever.
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