So, it happened. Despite all of my best efforts to stop time...my baby girl turned one.
I can hardly believe how quickly this year has flown by. When she was a newborn, I used to get so annoyed when I brought her out in public. I found that all people would do was look at her, "Aww" and then tell me how I needed to enjoy EVERY minute, because "They grow up so fast", "She'll be going to college before you know it", "It goes by in the blink of an eye", "My baby just turned 25". ENOUGH ALREADY!
I felt this pressure-
Am I enjoying it enough?? Am I doing everything possible to soak up
every single second of
every single day? Time is ticking, I would tell myself...so what if she is screaming her head off in public and all you want to do is crawl into a hole- you better enjoy this because tomorrow she'll be getting married!!! I told myself that I would never put that pressure on another new mommy.
Well, time happens, as it does...and after the most amazing 12 months of my life, I found myself in an elevator with my walking, talking BABY, when in rolled a Mommy with her itty bitty one month old BABY. I looked at her exhausted, sleep deprived face and at that tiny precious little bundle of sweetness and I sighed. I knew I had come full circle, because all I wanted to tell her was....well, you know exactly what I wanted to say. I bit my tongue and just smiled.
Someone once told me, "The days and nights are long, but the months and years fly by." That couldn't be more true. In the mess of dirty diapers, homemade baby food, sinks full of bottles, and sleepless nights...time slipped away from me. And you know what, looking back, I have to say...I really did enjoy it all.
I love you baby girl, and I can't wait to enjoy so many more years together. I promise {to do my best} to remember that even during the longest, hardest of days...that these years are short and precious....just like you. ;)