It was a long weekend. Not much was accomplished, but I am back to working my other part time job so it was a full weekend for me. (Worked 8-3:30p Sat and Sun, now I am getting ready for teaching tomorrow and Thurs and back to other work Wed. pm... I am crazy, I know.)
Madeline is awesome. She is just such a happy little girl. What is more impressive to me is that she is a little girl. She isn't really my baby anymore. She is talking up a storm, navigating stairs like a monkey, and entertaining herself for 20 minutes at a time (sometimes).
Today I was making lunch and Madeline was playing with one of her delightful (read: migrate inducing) electronic toys that plays the ABC's. Next thing I know she is singing the first part right along. "A B C D " in her sweet little voice. (yep, no longer just a cry, but a little Madeline voice. Kevin pointed that out to me last week and he is so right.) I smiled from ear to ear, knowing she is such a smart and amazing little girl. But part of me is sad that she is growing so fast.
Some days I get so frustrated and impatient with Madeline. On those days I don't feel that I cherish Madeline enough. Today, I tried to take time to breathe her in. To try to remember her as she is today. She is already so grown up.
Sometimes I just want to hold her and say:
Slow down my baby. Stay little for just a while longer. Let me hold you while you sleep and brush the curls off your ears. Just a little while. Let me sing you a song and watch you smile as you look up at me. Just a little bit more. Let me relish the look you get on your face when Daddy walks into the room. Just a few more times. Let me take all this in so I don' t forget.
And God willing she isn't our last. What must that feel like? If I am in tears now with my first child's transition from baby to toddler what is it going to be like if I feel as if a baby is my last?
Slow down my baby. Stay little for just a while longer.