“She’s growing up fast.” I said to my husband after we were done eating supper. For some reason this season of growth is surprising me [stressing me] more than seeing her crawl, walk, or say a whole sentence.
Maybe because it’s all girl things. The rough, play-spies-with-her-brother girl is the same girl that wants to know when she can wear ”those things on my legs like you do Mommy.” She’s trying to figure out grown up lady things when I want her to just worry about her Math and English.
Maybe it’s because with the boy I can say, “Go talk to your Daddy.” But with her… I have to answer the questions. I frantically try to remember how old I was when I started heels, earrings, etc. and decide when she should start. She’s at the point when “someday” is NOT an acceptable answer.










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