It's an amazing thing, considering that I can still remember what it felt like when she was in utero and kicking away. There's the old cliche that time flies, and mothers with college age children always advise you to "enjoy them while they're young" and "in a blink of an eye, they'll be all grown up".
I always just smiled and thought that I was MILES away from feeling that way. Well, I'm starting to realize the harsh reality of the situation: My daughter is growing up, even though I'm not ready in any way for that to happen.
My daughters were born 15 months apart and things were hairy, to say the least, for the first couple of years...in fact I think I blocked a lot of it out completely. Now they're so fun and every day is an adventure.
It may be unhealthy, selfish, but some mornings we're all cuddling and I wish that I could just freeze time and that my two daughters would be this age forever.
I'm delighted that they're growing into two amazing, little people right before my eyes, and that's wonderful, but it also scares me to death.
Will I wake tomorrow and find that they're teenagers who hate my guts? I know it's coming. Every day I vow to remind myself to enjoy every moment.