My baby isn’t so much of a baby anymore.
I didn’t think I would get emotional about Dorothy’s upcoming birthday. I’m not that kind of mom. I’m the kind of mom that has a one year survival party with adult beverages after the cake smash (which is totally happening). I didn’t think photos, like the above, could make me teary eyed.
She’s growing up. And it’s smacking me in the face every day without warning.
The cuddly bundle we brought home from the hospital has been replaced with an extremely mobile, intelligent, expressive and beautiful toddler. Toddler. I didn’t think we were at that stage until my order from Baby Gap showed up on the doorstep, and the word was sewn into the tag.
She’s a toddler.
Becoming a mommy is something I always knew I wanted to do, but I never expected anything like this. I didn’t expect to feel such pride and happiness when my daughter learns something new, yet feel a twinge of hurt at the same time. She’s ever-so slowly becoming independent.
While she still needs me, every day she needs me just slightly less.
I’m pretty sure if I blink, she’ll be starting kindergarten tomorrow. Then she’ll be headed to senior prom. Next week she may be on her way to college.
As if I wasn’t having a hard enough time keeping the tears away, Pampers goes and throws this commercial in my face.
(Turn on the Closed Caption for English)
Even on the worst of days, I have the best job in the world. Not everyone gets to watch their child grow. While I may not be ready to say I have a one year old, I’m so lucky to say I have a daughter.
Birthdays have taken on a whole new meaning to this momma. I can’t wait to celebrate.