Wednesday, June 3, 2009
What is it that makes one realize their baby is turning into a little girl?
There have been little hints here and there on a daily basis. Walking more than crawling, new words enabling better communication, wanting to wash her own hair, scooping food from bowl to mouth without any help and the list goes on. But I have chosen to ignore all of them. But this I could not ignore. When Stinky ran to me so proud looking for a reaction. I looked at my baby and saw a little girl. With tears in my eyes I told how pretty she looked, and she did look so cute. But I saw such a grown up face. With those pig tales in her hair I say a little girl. Every day the baby like features slowly decrease and mannerisms turn more into those you see of a child not a baby. I know this is the beginning of many more conflicting moments. Where being a proud mom of the accomplishments she has made brings a hint of sadness of the times left behind, where that tear that I am trying so hard not to let drop is filled with so many emotions mixed between past, present and future. My little girl is growing so fast.