Ever since taking some special time with my baby boy, I’ve been meaning to do the same for my daughter. Yes, she had lots of alone time before little brother arrived on the scene, but life has definitely been a bit crazier since then. I do my best to still give her some undivided attention when I can, but it’s obviously not the same. She has grown so much in the last year, and aside from all of her 3T dresses suddenly fitting like t-shirts, her personality is developing at full speed.
She has opinions, lots of them, and will make sure you’re fully aware of how she feels about things. She has an amazing memory, and pays attention to so much more than we realize. She’s interested in so much, wants to learn and to do things for herself. And then she doesn’t, and insists on being babied when we both know she’s fully capable of doing it herself. She wants attention, but she wants space. She wants to be in charge, but she wants mommy around just in case. Sometimes she falls and it doesn’t even slow her down, and sometimes it’s the end of the world. She still believes in the magic of a boo boo kiss, even if she insists on a dozen band-aids, too. She has to say ‘no’ to everything first, even if she doesn’t mean it and it comes out ‘yeh-no!’ And tonight, when I asked her if she’d taken toys from her brother’s room into hers, she seriously looked up at me and said “who, me?”
It can be challenging sometimes, to find the patience to let her figure out who she is and how she’s supposed to function in the world around her. And while I lovingly refer to her as my threenager all the time, I’m also trying so hard to appreciate her while she’s still my little girl because I know she isn’t going to slow down any time soon. When we can get a quiet moment together, and I can just sit and appreciate the amazing little person she’s becoming, those are the moments I really want to hold onto and remember. Especially at those times when she’s extra tired, or the weather’s bad, or it’s… a Tuesday 😉
So, on a beautiful afternoon on the edge of Summer turning into Autumn, we blew bubbles.
It required incredible amounts of self-control on her part not to pop this bubble for the few seconds it took me to take these photos.
These eyes of hers. They’re gorgeous, mischievous, curious, and clever. I will never, as long as I live, get over them.
And it really was not that long ago that she would try to blow bubbles and end up spitting on the wand, or getting it on her mouth, or spilling the soap everywhere. Weird things to be nostalgic for, but I blinked and she suddenly is a bubble blowing master.
Blowing bubbles, you make them and then immediately run to try to catch them. I think there’s a metaphor for having children in there…
My sweet, smart, precocious, loving girl. Thank you for reminding me to stop being busy for a second and just enjoy watching you play.