I took her to the
playground this afternoon with a few friends.
It was a beautiful day and the kids were playing so nicely. I was watching my baby crawl around the
blanket with her tiny little baby girlfriends when I looked up to see my
toddler at the top of the jungle gym.
She found a few older girls and was chatting with them in a circle. It was amazing to see. A-MAZ-ING! I watched them out of the corner of my eye
when they started walking down the stairs holding hands. “Look at them,” I said to my friend. “They are holding hands.” My friend said how cute it was and I
agreed. It was so freakin cute! The little 5 year old girl was telling my little
girl to follow her to the slide. She
then whispered in my daughter’s ear and my daughter threw her head back in
laughter. I was taken aback! I really was.
I couldn’t believe that my little baby, with her low ponytail and
side-swept bangs was acting like a little girl; a little girl that goes to the
playground and makes friends. Where did
my little baby go who couldn’t even form sentences a year ago? Where is the little baby that I had to follow
up and down the stairs at the playground?
How is the time moving so fast?
It scares me. But, it also makes me happy. In fact, I had a rush of so many different
emotions. Pride. Joy.
Happiness. Fear. Contentment.
Love. I was absolutely so proud
of my daughter. Why? She was just being a kid; talking to other
kids; enjoying the day. But, I saw it as
so much more. I saw it as a new
level. She jumped that baby barrier and
landed on the other side. And, on the
other side are things that little girls do; not babies. I see her making lots of friends in the
future. I see her laughing with other
girlfriends. It is happening so
fast. The other side is here. She isn’t a baby anymore. She is a big girl. A little lady. And, I’m scared that I didn’t embrace it all
enough. Because, now it’s almost gone. I hope I did.
I think I did.
After she was done
playing with the girls, she ran over to me with her arms outstretched and
jumped into my arms. And, I gave her the
biggest possible hug. I savored it. Because I fear that it might be
fleeting. And, before we got in the car
to go home, we stayed a bit and picked dandelions. She picked one for me and one for her daddy. And, my heart grew ten times its size. And, I thought to myself, I couldn’t love
anything more. And then I took her hand
and held it tight and said to myself…that’s my baby.
Noreen,
ReplyDeleteI was reading all your blog entries and so relating to every single one...you are a wonderful writer, and everything you say hits home. Keep it coming! I love feeling like I'm not alone here!! xoxo -Jamie Jorgensen :)