My Girl Child turned 9 over the weekend. Nine! Nine years have past since her birth and I can remember it like it was yesterday. I remember how tiny she was in comparison to her older brother. I remember all the pink. I remember seeing her beautiful face for the first time.
Now I see an independent girl who wants to pick out her clothes, do her own hair, and make her own decisions. I see a girl who still loves her dolls and wonder how long that will last. I see a girl who knows what she wants and knows what she likes. No question. I see a girl who is struggling with being a little girl child. She wants to grow up and I want to stop it. She wants to go to the American Girl store and then wander into the mall for the “grown up” things – makeup (only lip gloss is allowed), clothes, and other accessories. Then a stop at Brookstones for a massage in the chairs.
I want it to stop. I want to freeze time. I want to go back in time. I want her to always be my little girl.