I belong to my family, and they belong to me. But these days, I mostly belong to Sophie. Bobby and Joshua are trying, I think, to be patient until she is ready to let go of me a little. When I enter the room, whether I’ve been gone for two minutes or two hours, she greets me with unbridled joy. She lets out a shriek of glee and then gets to me as fast as she can, throws her arms around my legs, and then tries to climb up my body. If I pick her up, she rubs her face all over my chest. Any reunion, no matter how small the separation, is a reason for her to want to nurse. Last night as I nursed her before I put her to bed, she clutched a section of my hair in a death grip, and after a few minutes I was forced to wrestle my locks loose because she was pulling my head down so hard my neck was killing me. So then she started rubbing the bottom of her warm little foot on my cheek (ah, the flexibility!) while holding my hand. So sweet. So crazy!
Sophie girl, you wear me out. That’s probably an understatement. But tonight, I might just let you hold on to my hair, because I know one day, not too far from from now, I will wistfully long for the days when I was not only your Mommy, but your favorite toy, your plaything, and your prized possession.
The days go by much too fast. But they do go. As we age, we are able to see the future with a little bit more clarity. The experiences we have had give us a base to predict what is coming. And we dread the pain that we see coming, not only for ourselves, but for those that we love. But we can also see the good that is coming and I, as your friend, know that you guys are doing your best with your children, and the future is bright, my freinds, mighty bright.
Yanno, so many people are in such a hurry to get their kids “grown up”. It’s so awesome to read how you still allow Sophie to be a baby girl. I love it 🙂
Just watch the hair thing!! Aiden started that…just gently holding my hair or running his hands through it. He quickly progressed to all out hair pulling. It hurts!!!!! 🙂 So now I can’t let him hold my hair anymore or he takes big chunks with him.
maybe it’s because i was a bit older when we started a family, but i’ve never been in any hurry to rush ethan to grow up. He still rubs my hair, likes to nap in mommy’s bed, and cuddles for stories. i have a feeling this will all play to my advantage when baby gets here. it’s our special little times that may get us both through the initial transition. and besides, what mom doesn’t want to feel that kind of love from their kids every day?? Way to stop and smell the roses =)
This just made my heart melt. I have a two and a half year-old at home and miss those baby days. Thanks for sharing this beautiful post.
I sure do miss the days when I was my daughters prized possesion.
Don’t let this time pass you quickly. It is exhausting, but oh so rewarding. And when she decides that you just aren’t all that cool anymore you’ll have these memories to get you through to the next pase where she thinks your great again.
At 4 years old, I was my daughter’s hero. At 14, not so much anymore.
By the way your pictures are beautiful.
*Kristie*
Yep. I bet one day she’ll be making you pull your own hair out.
Kristie is so right. One day your the greatest mother that ever lived and the next day your an idot that never knew them. I don’t know. Never thought it would happen to me, but I think it just comes with the territory. That is why God made us so awesome. We have to be capable of rolling with the punches, standing firm on the Word, all the while being as hot as possible. No wonder we’re crazy half the time. Love you!
Yes, whenever I tell someone how cute my daughter is, they tell me that she will one day tell me she hates me. Can’t wait for those days, huh?