It seems like only yesterday I was holding my newborn daughter in my arms and I was instantly in love with her. As she grew I loved everything about her; her laughter, her sweet baby smile, and the way she loved to be rocked to sleep and patted on the tushy while she snuggled on my chest. As time went on I watched with pride as she learned to walk fairly early and talked in complete sentences at the age of 2. She was my funny little toddler who liked to play and laugh and learn and she couldn’t wait to do the things that the “big kids” were doing. Some time after that life got more hectic and we sped through the preschool years, kindergarten, first grade, and then second grade. It’s like I closed my eyes for just a minute and opened them to find the world I live in today. My sweet baby girl is now almost 9 years old and she just started the third grade. To think that she’s already half-way to eighteen breaks my heart. If I’d known how fast these past 9 years were going to go by I would have held her just a little bit longer, rocked her to sleep more often, played with her more often instead of worrying about chores and I wouldn’t have taken a single moment for granted. I think all moms must feel this way to some extent at one time or another. It’s funny how we spend so much time waiting for them to grow up but then they do and we change our minds and wish we could go back in time. I have nine more years to prepare my daughter for this crazy world… but that’s another nine years I most certainly will not take for granted. Do you find yourself looking back on the time you’ve had with your children and feeling the same way?
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