It's 10:57pm on 12/28/11 and I'm looking back at baby pictures of my now 8 year old. If I look for more than 30 seconds at a time I well up and sob-How did this happen? When did she become a BIG kid? When I gave her hug before bed I said "exactly 8 years ago I finally regained the feeling in my arms and got to hold you." Began to well up again so I told her I loved her and said good night and ran away. And now I've stepped back in time with these damn pictures and all the amazing moments Ruby has given us in 8 short years. The power of parenthood is frightening at times, the entire time I was pregnant with Ruby I was crippled by thoughts of things going wrong. When she came out with all her fingers and toes I sighed a huge sigh of relief.
Driving back from Grandma's today she asked her usual million questions and then took a nap, while she was napping I realized how much all of those questions have shaped her. Not only questions of me, but of all of the people in her life. She's always been dragged on buses full of crazed teenagers, out to ski where little girls shouldn't ski, to do mile repeats with 4 dogs in the baby jogger and she's taken it all in and made it pure Ruby.
Driving back from Grandma's today she asked her usual million questions and then took a nap, while she was napping I realized how much all of those questions have shaped her. Not only questions of me, but of all of the people in her life. She's always been dragged on buses full of crazed teenagers, out to ski where little girls shouldn't ski, to do mile repeats with 4 dogs in the baby jogger and she's taken it all in and made it pure Ruby.
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