My little girl is growing up....
What is it with little girls and their determination to assert their freedom of choice? (more on this...read on)
My little girl is now 8. First of all that in itself boggles my mind as just the other day she was handed to me in hospital and I gazed into her tiny half-slit eyes and wondered if I had ever seen anything more beautiful and perfect than as at that moment...
Just the other day I held her tiny body in my arms while she curled her pink fingers around my thumb...
Just the other day I was changing nappies, sterilizing bottles, dragging my zombie-like body out of bed for the 2am feed...
Just the other day I was clapping excitedly as she gave her first smile, said her first word, took her first step...
Just the other day I cried like a baby on her first day of play school...
Just the other day I cried again when she graduated Grade R ...
Again when she started grade 1...
Again when she started grade 2...
And now is she is 8 and all the glorious, fantastic little hundreds and thousands of memories are tucked away in my heart forever as I continue to watch her grow...
And now she is insisting on wearing skirts and tops. She suddenly "hates" wearing dresses. I digress as she has a whole cupboard of beautiful dresses she once "loved"... She comes out her room wearing the strangest ensemble of clothes...
I want her to wear the dresses. I NEED her to wear the dresses as this change is all too much for me. I am not ready for her to become a little lady just yet.
She is still "my baby"....
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I have Been making paper garlands for the market...
Paper garlands
And little crocheted flower garlands.
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4 comments:
aww bless! I know it all passes so fast! and yet I can clearly remember hating dresses too, and wanted skirts instead!! yet, i only had dresses and a few hand-me-down skirts that were too big and looked ridiculous on me, still i wore them and preferred them! haha!!
T. is 7 and half as you know and he is getting rather picky about his clothes, if he had his way he'd live in joggers and plimsols! he hates jeans.
and yet i remember my step-son going through the same phase, at nearly the same age. and he's now 20!! (still in joggers!)
It does pass so quickly and one misses those cuddly baby years, but only a few more years and you will be blogging about her wanting to wear make-up, and heels!!! 8 is still little and adorable!!!
your words are more than beautiful in describing the heart of a mom about her growing child. I love your prose. So very poignant. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Now on to the paper garlands...they are exquisite...so, so very perfect. I shall live vicariously through your spring as summer here is fading to fall.
So glad to have found you, Bonnie.
~j
Oh my! Your post reminds me of being home with my mum and scanning hundreds of baby photos that she has of my boys when there were little...loads of sweet memories and tears as well! I just kept shaking my head and saying..."how fast they grow and change"...and "yet I can still remember every little thing about them". Makes you just want to hold onto them so tight before they slip away from you...hard to do for sure.
i know what you're going through! my daughter is 9 and i just can't believe how fast she's grown! it's hard for me to realize that half of her childhood is over (more than half, if you don't count the "teen" years!) it's hard to let go. it's hard to watch them grow. but it's also such a new kind of joy, seeing them grow up right before your eyes and become the grown person they've always been.
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