Kate, jan.1.2010 It seems like yesterday she was a tiny newborn in my arms. Instead of nursing, and rocking, and checking her a million times a night, I am chasing her, wiping her nose, dancing with her, and asking for her help to unload the dishwasher.
I feel like yesterday I was just teaching her to roll over, to eat rice cereal, to crawl, and to drink from a sippy. Now, I teacher her manners, to share and so say "please" and "thank you". I teach her colors, and numbers and ABC's. To brush her teeth and and wash her hands, and how to close her eyes and fold her arms to pray.
Dear Time, where have you gone?
Will you always be this greedy?
If so, how do I dare take my eyes off my child for a second, for fear that I might
miss
something?
I see how fast my daughter is changing before my eyes, and realize this time is precious. I value each and every waking moment with her. (And sometimes enjoy sneaking in her room to watch her sleep, and hold her like a "baby" since she won't let me do that anymore.)
I love this life. I love being a mother.
I love my Kate.