Confession

Ok, I got a confession...

I kinda am feeling recently that life with my daughter is passing me by, but I am too caught up in the daily grind to notice. Am I the only one that feels that way? It seems just like yesterday that I was washing her in a sink, and putting little baby ponytails in her hair with clippies and now she is a big kid. In size 8 pants, and a woman's size 7 1/2 shoe. She has her own thoughts and opinions on clothes, friends, bedtimes, music. Everything. Even what type of toothpaste to get. She loves me all the time, likes me most of the time, but I am getting a "MOM" (as in stop it Mom, you're embarrassing me...) more often than I like. What happened to my little girl? Time is moving too fast, and I feel today that I wish I could just stop her right where she is and freeze her.

I'm not sure if its because she's starting school and another summer is coming to a close. Maybe its because I just ordered her a kid cell phone (the kind that only has 4 buttons...b/c more and more she needs a way to get a hold of me) or maybe its because we went undergarment shopping. YES, that kind of undergarment. (Don't worry she said it was ok to mention that, kind of proud of it, I am thinking..) but no matter what triggered this nostalgia in me, all I know is that I am keenly aware that my daughter is growing up and I can't stop her!

Don't get me wrong, I am excited about all the stuff to come in the next 9 years I have with her under our roof, but I am strangely aware its half over.

Sad huh, this parenting thing zips by us so fast. I better start paying more attention and grabbing glimpses of Sydney right now at 9 and memorize them. Cause I know I am going to blink and she's going to be 21.