Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Tug Of War


I'm in a constant state of battle with myself.

I desperately want her to stay little. I want to rock her to sleep, admire her chubby cheeks, and kiss away her tears.

I desperately want her to grow up. I want her to sleep all night without fail, to make it to the bathroom every time, and to zip her own coat.

It's the impossible position of a mother who has changed diapers for more than a decade. I'm simultaneously thankful that she is still little and thankful that she is growing up.

"I big now, Daddy," she announced this morning, nodding her head to acknowledge the seriousness of the topic.

Tonight at bedtime, she chose her cow footie jammies and shuffled across the floor to jump into my lap.

She's still my baby.


Anonymous said...

That is a stunning bonnet and photograph! I am happily adding you to my blogroll and am so grateful that you've already added mine and recommended me to Farm Blogs! Thank you so much and I will be back to visit.

PS: Where can I get a bonnet like that... being challenged in the sewing area, I'm no good at making my own. :( And I share your feelings on your little girl growing up. Never thought I'd feel this way but the older she gets (13 mos.) the more I feel the way you do.

Anonymous said...

Boy, I sure know what you mean.. My youngest is 10 and I felt the same with both of my kids..


Dawn said...

Yep... that was the age I'd like to have frozen my kids. But, each stage of life with them ends up being my "favorite."

She definitely has kissable, chubby cheeks!


Haf Dozen Reasons....... said...

Blink! Blink! And then your baby is 13! Hard for a mama to comprehend!

She is such a dollie!

Andrea said...

Great photo!! I am like you, my baby will always be my baby. She is beautiful.

Jenny said...

I feel the same way about my 2 year old.

Kasey Hunt said...

So true. I grew up on a dairy farm. I now live in the city. I appreciate the country pictures!! Thanks.

Frazzled Farm Wife said...

Enjoy....they grow up way too fast!

Anonymous said...

You are definitely speaking my language! :o)

I don't think they'll ever stop being our babies. My mother told me my great aunt used to boss her daughter (who was like 80) around when they were living in the nursing home together. She said, even so, she's still my baby.

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