She is my baby.
Right now, when I wake up and swoop her out of her crib every morning, she is still my baby.
She has a smooth head with peach fuzz that shines when the light hits it just right.
She has more gums than she does teeth.
She has perfect rolls that form around her legs, arms, and neck.
She still needs me for everything- eating, playing, changing, comforting…
But I know, like most mothers know, that one day I will pick her up out of her crib, and she will no longer need the crib.
She will no longer need me to feed her.
She will no longer have her smooth, baby head.
She will grow out of her perfect rolls.
It happens slowly, yet with the busyness of life- it happens so suddenly.
I have to be intentional with my time.
I try to hold on a little longer each morning to my baby.
I kiss her sweet head and try to memorize her soft face.
She is my perfect little babe.
And, one day, she will be my little girl.
And then she will be my big girl.
And then, finally, she will just be- my daughter.
Life is all about growing- transitions.
I am not sure I am that good at transitions.
I am fairly certain, that even though I love watching what my kids grow into, I would kind of like to keep them as my babies. Not forever, but for a bit longer.
I waited my entire young life (I know, I’m not that old) to be a mom. It is the one thing I knew I wanted in life. Before I was privileged to wear the “Mommy” title, I felt like it would last for eternity- the “baby” stage. I have discovered that it is the blink of an eye.
And then, poof- it’s gone.
I know that eventually I will have to move on to the next phase in life.
Someday, my heart will be prepared to move past this precious time…
Do you love motherhood?