The Day My Daughter Became a Mother
After reading that you are probably wondering how you missed the part where my sweet baby, the one who just celebrated a birthday, grew up. Fortunately, dear readers, you haven’t. She’s still a little bit, though she regularly grows in her sleep, surprising me and Matt in the mornings with a little extra height, useful for things like trying to turn the doorknob on her own or reaching for things from the counter when she shouldn’t. She has always had a ton of baby dolls- some from when I was little, some from shower gifts, some from Christmas and then one from our delightful neighbor, who is seven and the official “babysitter”. This is by far the most important object she has ever owned, besides Lambie and Bunny. She calls her “Baby” and carries her high on her shoulder, gently patting her back. She has adapted quite well to only using one arm to do many things, such as build with Duplos, eat a snack, or push her various carts/wagons/scooter things. Often