On this day, twenty years ago, I gave birth to my baby girl.
The day I met her is the most amazing day I could ever imagine. I remember I couldn’t stop looking at her. Almost as if my heart was born outside my body. This little person was here. The one I had prayed and prayed about. I looked over every inch of her; from her rosy lips, to her tiny toes, and her little cone head. What a wonder it was to see this very real little person finally enter my life after a long nine months.
The two grandmas and great grandma were just as enamored with her.
We all fell a lot in love with this fuzzy-headed baby. A precious gift to us all.
And oh, how she grew…
Day after day…
One minute I am sitting and rocking my baby girl…
The next I am chasing after a toddler…
And then, I am holding her hand and I am praying that she grows and shines as bright as she is.
And she does, right before my very eyes.
Faster than I ever thought possible.
In a blink she is all grown up and welcomes her own baby girl…
And now I have two hearts outside my body.
I am so proud of you, Sydney. You are a beautiful Mom and an even more beautiful (now) twenty-year-old.
Happy Birthday! May the next twenty years be as good as the last.
Backpacks gather. Shoes find the right feet. Dogs go into their crates and in all the rustle, bustle of preparing to leave Thursday night, I hear her Dad call out, “Can I hug nine-year-old Molly for the last time?”
She sheepishly grins and wraps her arms around him squeezing tight. I turn from my office chair and say just as loud, “Ohhhhh, I want to hug a nine-year-old Molly for the last time, too!” She smiles and opens her arms to me.
I hug her hard and I try to remember every single thing about her, right then, right in this very moment. I close my eyes and concentrate. Did six years really just flash by in a blink?
She is heading home to her Mom’s house for the weekend, and the next time I see her, she will break nine at ten-years old. Ten!
The tiny tot of four who I met all those years ago? She doesn’t miss a step as she leaps into her double digits. She does it and she does it with all the grace and muster of a grown-up, and all the soft, gentle sweetness of a child.
I can’t believe it.
It really doesn’t seem that long ago…
It’s bad enough I watched one little girl grow up too fast. Do I really have to watch another? And really, two more? What was I thinking? This is not cool. Not cool at all.
Dear Life….slow down!
I put together some photos through the years. Mostly because, I like to cry like to see how fast they grow. Maybe it’s my proof that this all really happened, and I watched it happen.
Molly’s first major league baseball game – age 5.
Molly – Summer 2009 – age 5.
Molly with Daddy – Sep, 2009 – age 5.
November 2009 – Molly with Fred – age 5.
Molly at the park – 2010 – age 6.
Six years of it. Right before my very eyes.
Molly at her 6th Birthday party.
Molly on our wedding day Oct. 10, 2010 – age 6.
Molly at Scarborough Faire – April 2011 – age 7.
Molly’s 7th Birthday
I can’t imagine the next six.
Molly – Easter 2012 – age 8.
Molly – Easter 2013 – age 9.
But I guess I have to try. It’s happening…whether I like it, or not.
Happy Birthday to the biggest, brightest ten-year-old I know. You broke nine. Let’s see what you can do with ten.