I was just sitting on my living room couch saying morning prayers with Nat and Haley and getting them out the door when I looked at our Christmas tree. The ornament of Lindsay taken last year at her preschool caught my eye. There was my baby girl. Chubby cheeks, bright smile and long, brown hair. Just then I heard her yell from the basement, "Where are the girls going?" "To school", I answered. I realized at that point that Lindsay is still pretty much that chubby cheeked, bright smiley little girl..... *phew* she's still small and young and only 5. Moments before all of this, Nat showed me this cute little wooden angel her teacher had given her, a gift for being a good helper yesterday. Nat was planning on bringing this angel to school today, along with a lovely bubble-gum wrapper 'blanket', just perfect for a little, wooden angel. "Mom, smell this gum wrapper, doesn't it smell so
gooooood?" Yes, Nat, it does. And Nat? Please don't ever grow out of this phase where yummy smelling bubble-gum wrappers go perfectly with your little angels, OK? And Haley? When did you stop playing Barbies and
Bratz and with your dolls? Was it when you turned 11? And how in the world did my oldest daughter become a 5'5", 15 year old sophomore in high school? Why, just a moment ago she was the little nursery girl with chubby cheeks and huge, bright eyes who lovingly presented her mommy a gift from her nursery class.... the very same ornament that hangs on my tree today... a tiny photo of a 3 year old Chloe tucked inside a sparkling, white Christmas tree.... my little Chloe.... my 15 year old.
If I had the ability to hold onto my children while they were small forever.... well, I guess I wouldn't, because watching them grow and learn and turn into the people they are today has been the greatest mommy-gift I could ever receive. I'm just thankful I've been home all these years to witness my girls growing up....
My girls are my world. They mean everything to me. And right now, I'm going downstairs to hold onto my 5 year old, because way too soon, those chubby cheeks are going to be gone and that Christmas ornament on my tree of a 4 yr. old Lindsay will be a distant memory.
Where did the time go?