03 May

My daughters are growing up so fast.  I look at them and wonder where the time has gone.  A woman goes through a lot to bring a child into the world, both emotionally and physically.  For almost ten months your body is home; it protects and nourishes the little bundle in preparation for birth into this unstable world.  While in the uterus, you protect them.  They are safe.  You know they have everything they could possibly need. 

Once they are born it’s a different matter entirely.  They depend on you for everything.  It’s tough to adjust to the demands of parenthood. Nothing can ever prepare you. But there is no job more worthwhile.  And before you know it they’re not babies anymore.  All you have are memories and photographs.

My oldest daughter will be thirteen next month. When she would wake up in the mornings and see the sun shining she would say ‘It’s summertime, time to get up, it’s summertime.’ When night time came, she would get serious and say ‘We have to go to bed now, it’s wintertime.’

My youngest is nine…she would ask for a tennis shoe when she had a runny nose.

My husband and I still use these catch phrases.  Our girls don’t necessarily remember saying these things, which makes our job that much more important…to remind them!

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