Originally, I was not going to share this page. This particular day, I saw that my oldest was no longer a baby and the realization of that moved something in me. Regardless of how old your children get, you can not help but want to protect them. Period. When I wrote this, she was practicing with her softball team and she had improved so much from the previous year. I did not intend to write about her when I started doodling, but seeing her interact so easily with the older girls on the team made me see that I was going to have to loosen my grip and let her grow.
Three years later, I am still learning to loosen my grip. Only now, it is a little harder than when she was younger. I see the young lady she is becoming, yet I also see that she is still a child. I see how she does not need me as much as when she was younger, yet I look forward to her greeting me at the door and telling me about her day…without me having to ask. I can not help but wonder if this will continue when she branches out on her own and I am not there everyday. But, instead of dwelling on loss, I am enjoying the now I have with her and her siblings. You have to. Times moves so quickly when you are not consciously aware of what is going on around you. I don’t want to miss my kids growing up. I still check my son’s hands to see if he has the dimples. I want to know the exact day they are no longer there. I am not going to miss that moment.
It blows my mind that such a clear image was taken with my iPhone. That just sparked an idea…
