She’s my baby. My little miracle that was born 5 ½ weeks early according to our timeline…impossibly tiny compared to her big sister. I can still hear my mom saying, “take it in Nickolee, she’ll never be this little again”.
And of course…it was so true. She was little and still seems to be but my how she has grown over the past three years.
I still like to think of her as little, but she reminds me daily that she doesn’t consider herself that way.
She wants to dress herself, put on her shoes, shut the door, buckle up her carseat, swing on the swing (after you put her on it of course), fix her cereal, and open her yogurt…on and on and on. Convinced that she is big enough to do it all on her own.
I’m proud, of course, but also sad. Heart is full and my eyes are usually the first to show the results of that fullness.
And then, it’s bedtime – which somehow seems to take longer to get to each day, while also coming up way too fast…and she wants me to lay down with her. Lay beside her, sing to her, and hold her hand just so…and I do. Because, she’s only going to be this little once.
This is Day 16 of the Write 31 Days Challenge