Dear Ella,
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.
Love, Mama.
*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.
Awww..tears…what a beautiful post for your sweet girl!! She WAS so proud! I love the total vulnerability children have…they go with their hearts!! Bashfully thanking you for the plug….
and telling you how much I love my gingham …everytime I look at it, it makes me feel cheerful and the napkins are beautiful and the boys love their chalk mats…WOW is all I can say..You are so talented!
awww… our littles are not that little anymore… she is such a doll. I think I might do some class with Aidan since the other 2 olders will be in school all day. Matthew loves music so bonus for both if I can do it!
What a great moment. I spend a lot of time looking back, but every stage is fun too. I have a lot of fun with my 13yo with his quirky adolescent humor.