I’m nearly 18 months into this parenting gig and I’ll be the first to tell you, I still feel like it’s all brand new. There are surprises and changes around every corner. Sometimes I’ve got it all figured out. Sometimes I have no clue what I’m doing. Lately, I’ve often found myself looking at my daughter, watching her, observing her, and finding myself in awe at this little person who is becoming.
I’ve been wondering if the amazement I feel about her will ever stop?
Will I ever stop falling in love with watching my husband fall in love with his daughter(s)? And watching my daughter(s) figure out that their Daddy is the coolest guy on earth?
Will I ever stop feeling a little bittersweet every time I put away a too small outfit, pair of PJs or dress and pull out a few new, bigger things?
Will I ever stop thinking it’s kind of cute and also kind of sad every time one of her “baby” words transforms and becomes clear enough for the rest of the world to understand?
Will I ever stop being amazed as I watch my daughter learn to pretend play, as she washes her babies hands, teaches them how to walk, asks her lion flashlight to hold her blocks or acts out going to work with her little people figurines?
Will I ever stop thinking the little things she says and does are hilarious and clever and unique and cute?
Will I ever stop being amazed at my little girl?