Saturday, June 20, 2009

Growing Up and Letting Go

As my children get older, I become astoundingly aware of how quickly it all happens. It seems like just yesterday I was coming home from the hospital with my first, full of anxiety and worry and excitement. I remember quietly laying my babies down in their cribs, then tiptoeing away, in hopes I wouldn't wake them. *sigh* My babies.

Two days ago, I came home from work and my baby girl's room looked like this:

No crib... no toddler bed. Just a big girl bed, ready for a tiny little person. I wept.

It's funny. Even though I've been watching my baby grow over the past two years into this funny little kid, it didn't really hit me until I had to let go of the baby bed. Wow. She's a little girl now.

I thought she' d be upset that her little bed wasn't in her room anymore, but she proved me wrong. She came in to give her nightly kisses and squeezes, gave me a kiss, turned around and said "big girl bed!"

And with that, she went to bed as a big girl, forever my baby.