A post for me.
She is going to be 6 in the Fall. How did this happen?
I'm completely insane. From the moment I drop her off in the morning until I pick her up, I worry.
Is she happy, is she getting along with other kids, does she need me, is she paying attention?
TODAY, when I was on my way to pick her up, I was about 4 blocks from the school and I started thinking about how I hadn't seen her in 7 hours and my heart just ached. Then I realized that I only have another good 6, MAYBE 7 years before she has no reason for wanting to be around me except to use me as an ATM. I drove faster.
She ran up to me when she saw me at the school and gave me a hug. She still likes to see me, she still likes to hug me. Savoring savoring savoring.
I brought her home and we practiced her tap dancing. She wouldn't do it unless I stood next to her and tapped with her, she laughed at me because I couldn't go very fast either. Then she marveled at me when I DID get it, and she was still trying, then she got the huge excited smile when she realized she COULD do it, and she was getting a little faster. She took MY hand while we tapped. Better savor that moment too.
Then Daddy came home, and took her out to teach her to ride a two-wheeler (she'll only go about 10 feet before freaking out), and they were gone for an hour, ,and I just MISSED THEM.
How does this happen? I used to be sane. I used to be normal. I used to be able to think, and plan and be busy. Now I want to soak up every delicious moment (even when she leaves the Polly Pockets in the middle of the floor) and play, and I am the most willing slave anyone has ever seen..
Thank you God.
I'm completely insane. From the moment I drop her off in the morning until I pick her up, I worry.
Is she happy, is she getting along with other kids, does she need me, is she paying attention?
TODAY, when I was on my way to pick her up, I was about 4 blocks from the school and I started thinking about how I hadn't seen her in 7 hours and my heart just ached. Then I realized that I only have another good 6, MAYBE 7 years before she has no reason for wanting to be around me except to use me as an ATM. I drove faster.
She ran up to me when she saw me at the school and gave me a hug. She still likes to see me, she still likes to hug me. Savoring savoring savoring.
I brought her home and we practiced her tap dancing. She wouldn't do it unless I stood next to her and tapped with her, she laughed at me because I couldn't go very fast either. Then she marveled at me when I DID get it, and she was still trying, then she got the huge excited smile when she realized she COULD do it, and she was getting a little faster. She took MY hand while we tapped. Better savor that moment too.
Then Daddy came home, and took her out to teach her to ride a two-wheeler (she'll only go about 10 feet before freaking out), and they were gone for an hour, ,and I just MISSED THEM.
How does this happen? I used to be sane. I used to be normal. I used to be able to think, and plan and be busy. Now I want to soak up every delicious moment (even when she leaves the Polly Pockets in the middle of the floor) and play, and I am the most willing slave anyone has ever seen..
Thank you God.