"Mommy, will I be older tomorrow?"
Kate asked me this simple, innocent, yet somewhat disturbing question tonight while I was putting her to bed. I feel like every time I turn around she's older. There are so many wonderful things about her being older. It's so much fun to take her places and we can do so many fun things together. But there are also growing pains for all of us. The other day, she told me a story of a couple of little girls excluding her on the playground. I was so mad. I think the anger really comes from knowing I'm not in control. I want to follow her around and make sure everyone in the world sees the wonderful, sweet girl I know. But I realize that everyone experiences pain and hurt and she is not immune.
Will I be older tomorrow? I definitely am tonight :)
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