Wednesday, September 11, 2019

My baby is turning 7, how can this be?


Hello? Anyone out there?

How was my last post in July? How is it now September?

I know you can relate. Fall is such a busy season. Though, I must admit, I am a little weary of everyone-- including myself-- always saying just how "busy" they are. I don't think that's changing anytime soon for most of us. Busy is family life.

Anyhoo... my little baby, the one who longtime readers have 'known' since she was born in 2012, will be SEVEN in the wee hours of the morning.

Seven feels big to me, perhaps because that's an age when I begin to remember a lot from my own childhood. Seven is, for whatever reason, an age where I can almost feel and touch the memories from my childhood. My favorite fluffy white stuffed animal. The feel of my soft pink-checked baby blanket I still slept with at the time. The family cat and dog who patiently let me carry her around, practically thrown over my shoulder. We can conjure it all up easier than those nebulous 4, 5, or 6 year old memories.

Being a mother has been more challenging than I could have ever predicted. But it's something I always wanted and will never regret.

So help me wish a happiest of birthdays to my little girl, the one who I couldn't have dreamed up in a million years.






Yes, that's us with our puppy. Hunting. HA!

~"Mom" (because, yes, bittersweetly, she insists on calling me that rather than Mommy or Mama, the baby names she once called me (though occasionally, as luck might have it, she'll call me Mommy, and I don't make a show of it so she'll keep doing it).


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