There are days that I am so sad that you are growing up. I miss when you would curl up in my arms and fall asleep every night; I miss your little bald head; I miss all the funny words you made up before you spoke English; I miss nursing you. I begrudgingly allow you to grow up, because I know I can’t stop you, but most days I am looking backward.
Ella, 8 months old
But today, at music class*, when you stood up and sang in a loud, clear voice, all the words to “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”, all by yourself, I couldn’t help but think “We are going to have so much fun together”. You were so proud of yourself when everyone clapped, and oh my girl, I was so so proud of you.
I can’t wait for tomorrow.
*If you are in my area (and you probably know if you are) and are looking for an excellent teacher/program, drop me a line. Classes start again in late Sept.