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dear mikki and katie…
when we moved in last winter Katie, you couldn’t even reach the mail box with your pinky finger on top of a pile of snow. the other day, as i raked the lawn, you reached up with your chubby little hand and said “mommy…i get the mail.” i didn’t look at first because i thought it was silly that you said it… you couldn’t even reach it. but then i heard the hollow bang of your fingertips on the empty box; it replaced the beat of my heart. you reached it, just like you can reach the top of the counter now…just like your sister gets her own milk and cereal in the morning…you guys are hitting all kinds of these mini milestones, and although i don’t celebrate them all as i should, the touching of the mailbox was somehow profound for me. you chuckled to yourself, as if you had planned this surprise growth spurt just for this reason. i shouldn’t have been so shocked…your 2t pants are now capris, but i had convinced myself, despite my years of laundry experience, that i must have shrunk them in the dryer. denial. i don’t want to miss a moment of both of growing up, but i don’t want to admit it that you are.
perhaps you could slow down a bit.
all my love darlings,
ps. “how does one become a butterfly?” she asked. “you must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.” {unknown}
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Sweet! I just want to kiss that toddler belly.
Aww! How bittersweet! All of these little accomplishments…they make us so proud but at the same time we know that they are only growing up and getting themselves ready to NOT need us anymore! It’s so sad!
LOL
There is something so bittersweet about children growing up. I am desperate to hang onto it. And desperate to start over again. Maybe we’ll have luck with getting pregnant with a healthy baby Christmas time. Now THAT would be a great gift.
priceless pics and letter.
sigh>>> i just love your blog so very much…
could you come photograph my life?!
tara
so so sweet. i am really glad you stopped by on my blog and I hope i didn’t tell you that already….and if i did…well. i am a space case. i dig what you are up too over here.
Isn’t that so true! I get sad when I see the little ones doing something new becuase I want them to stay little, but also happy that I get to experience it all. The best of both worlds. Being a mommy is bittersweet.
Oh, how true. I am in denial that my daughter will be taller than me soon. It all passes too quickly.
Awww…look at her reach for the mailbox! I bet she was so proud of herself!
The growing up too fast…yes, I’m going through this with my girls. My baby just turned 9 and everyday she’s looking less and less like a little girl and more like a young lady. My oldest will be a legal adult this fall.
This post just pulled at my heart strings. You summed up well what it is like to be a mom watching her babies grow up. She is a cutie!
I love the perspective this provides, seeing her reach for the mail! Cute bell bottoms, and I love seeing her little belly in the 2nd one. Did she get the winning clearing house sweepstakes notice that she was hoping for in the mail?
They just grow up too quickly, my ‘baby’ is nine! Adorable shots, she’s precious!
Glad you caught her doing it!! I so love these!! And those pants – OMG they are too cute!
They do grow up so quickly. I am still wondering how I managed to get an almost 9 year old. Cherish these moments.
They grow right in front of us and yet the reality of it just smacks us in the face every now and then. Laundry denial = motherhood. Wonderful photos and journal.
~perfect~
oh god, I cried – the photos and the words together opened the floodgates. My son will be three next month and I can hardly believe it.
Oh, this post really got me…especially the quote at the end. My youngest will be 2 in a couple of months, and I am so not ready for her to be a butterfly…
Just a little known fact about your posted quote about butterflies…. and the unknown author. I wanted to let you know where that quote came from.
It is from a book called “Hope for the Flowers” by Trina Paulus.
just reading through your blog. i love this one.