The other day you wore your pineapple Children’s Place sundress and threw your long blonde hair up in a ponytail. I caught you staring out the front door as you sometimes do. I couldn’t believe the little lady you’re becoming. Still seven years old, and on the verge of the big eight.
You’re growing up before my very eyes.
Not long ago, you were toddling around our wooden floors in our first home and taking naps every day at noon. Now, naps don’t exist. You’re transitioning out of baby dolls and stuffed animals into American Girl dolls and Barbies galore.
When I look at your old baby clothes and photos, I’m amazed at how beautiful you are growing up to be.
Seven years old is your sweet spot. You love to shop with me, go out to eat, and wear eye shadow on special occasions. You’re old enough to help me babysit younger kids and ride your bike around the neighborhood. You can articulate how you’re feeling.
You still call for mommy when you’ve cut yourself, need tangles brushed out of your hair, or need help reaching your favorite cup.
You help me in the kitchen and with your chores. You watch out for the needs of others and invite friends over to play. You’re not too cool for mom, yet.
Our days together have flown by faster than I ever could have imagined.
I treasure our moments together as mother and daughter. Even on the difficult days, we have learned so much. Being home with you in every stage of your development has been my greatest joy.
You’ll keep growing as children always do, and I can’t wait to see the kind of woman you will be.
I love you,