When, when, did this happen? When did my baby grow up and start talking (OK, I know she's not actually talking but is instead imitating sounds)? She started walking in August and now there's no stopping her — her two little feet can take her wherever she wants to go.
I love watching her grow up every day, I really do. There's nothing better than to see her "get" something — learning that if you drop something, it falls (physics), if you pound on the piano, it makes a sound (music), if you concentrate on the squiggly marks in a book, they mean something (reading).
E has never been much of a cuddler, even from the very first days. There's usually too much to see and do for her to settle down for long — except when she's tired. Then, Mom makes a perfectly acceptable alternative to her crib.
This morning at 4:30 a.m. I woke up to her cries. The funny thing is, I was already kind of restless and half-awake ... maybe I sensed she needed comfort. I walked into her room and picked up her thrashing body and cuddled her close to my chest. I settled us both on the couch and she wrapped her fingers around my hand. We dozed that way for awhile until she fell back asleep. I placed her back in her crib, smoothed back her soft hair and padded back to my bed.
Those are the moments that make everything else — the diapers, the teething, the snot — worthwhile. Those are the moments where I'm reminded I will always be a mother, no matter how how grown up my baby becomes.
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