Oh where oh where can she be?
Today, I was searching through my files for a particular picture and sort of accidentally made a left handed turn down memory lane. Most notably, the pictures of my only child from infancy forward.
I reviewed the pictures from the day she was born. I strolled past the collage of her first Christmas. Visits to other states to visit family members. As I did so, my daughter came over, sat in my lap and asked to continually look at pictures of herself "as a baby". I was reminded of the hair that refused to grow and was almost a rendition of the notorious "Caesar" cut men like George Clooney became so fond of a few years back. I noted the silver stud earrings that seemed too large for her and how she's finally grown into her ears.
And then it hit me. My Baby isn't a baby anymore :( With Kindergarten looming around the corner, no naps for over almost a year now and the sudden "attitude" and more adult-like content spewing forth from her pie-hole, you would have though that this reality would have sunk in a long time ago. Apparently, you and I were both wrong. And it broke my heart.
In a last ditch effort to try and squeeze that last bit of "babyness" out of her, I endeavored on a mission to take a nap together a few hours later. Mostly because, I'm tired and have plans that I would prefer to be awake for and enjoy without yawning at the most inopportune moments. So I uttered the words "let's go take a nap" and escorted her to my room where I figured we could canoodle for a smidgen and then be refreshed for our endeavors this evening.
WRONG. Not more than 5 minutes later she turns to me and says "Mommy, I don't want to take a nap. May I get up". To which I sigh, resigned and say "yeah, sure". Two minutes later, I hear her singing along to Paramour. *sigh*
I miss my baby
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