My big girl attended a Red Carpet/American Girl Doll party today. She had lots of fun getting dressed up with her doll. I enjoyed watching her and admiring the beautiful girl that she is! While holding my littlest in my arms and remembering when Savannah was her size, I had one of those moments where I am overcome with panic. Where did the time go? Was I the best mom I could be to her over the past nine years? Are we still meeting her needs, nurturing her and preparing her for what is to come? All of those emotions swirled through my head, both happy and sad.
When looking for some earrings for her to borrow out of my jewelry box, we came upon many old beaded necklaces she had strung for me. I (jokingly) told her that I miss all my surprise necklaces and pointed out that she doesn't leave notes under my pillow anymore. Savannah responded with, "I still love you. Life has just gotten busy."
Why does life have to be so busy? (I am feeling like things are very hectic with a newborn in the house!)
Why do kids have to grow up so fast?
