Dear Time,
It would be really great if you would just slow down a little bit. I still envision my almost 11 year old like this...with ringlet curls surrounding her face, bright blue eyes, and only three years old without any real worries. And then I see her in pictures now. Tall. Independent. Same bright blue eyes. Same inquisitive nature, just more mature. She no longer is chasing the seagulls on the beach. Instead, she walks and thinks and searches for shells...but is picky now about which ones she wants to keep. I probably should stop looking through our pictures from our recent trip to Florida. It sent me down this path of longing for her to be little, for just another day. She is a really cool almost 11 year old, and I am truly enjoying this age with her. On the brink of wanting to be a big person and wanting to still be little. She still wants to hang-hug, which about makes me lose my balance and fall over as she is only a few inches shorter than me. Yet she's pushing boundaries and showing a bit more of what the teen years are going to bring us all emotionally. Conversations with her now are more deep and meaningful. I love that too. But maybe, Time, just maybe you could freeze right now? That'd be great, ok?
Much love,
The Mom that is way to sentimental this morning... n-6376My Girl...