Tonight my daughter asked me if I miss her as a baby or little kid (she’s 22). I said no; I always knew she would grow up. But it got me thinking. Whenever we were coming to the end of something, I would say to myself, “Remember THIS-it won’t happen again.” I remember what she felt like moving around in my belly. I remember the day we took the training wheels off her bike-it was hot and she was insistent. I remember the last day of dance class, softball, basketball (oh, but was she awful), and volleyball. I remember the last time I watched her dance on the football field with the drill team. I remember how much she wanted to be on that team and how hard she worked to get there. I rememeber when she got the acceptance letter to Texas A&M and I remember when she told me she was pregnant. There are thousands more “I remembers” and there are thousands more to come.

And the fact is, she will always be my baby.



4 thoughts on “My Girl

  1. Your store those memories in your heart and keep making more wonderful ones. That’s the essence of parenthood.

  2. The night before my son went to college he said, Mom, things are never going to be the same. I said you are correct, they will be even better. I was right. He’s 30 now.

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