Thursday, May 6, 2010
Tomorrow is Ninna's birthday. In eleven hours (fourteen, if we go by California time, where she was born), my sweet girl will be four.
I'm finding tonight to be one of the most bittersweet moments in my career as a mother so far. I dawdled putting her to bed for much longer than I should have because I wanted just a few more minutes of Ninna as a three year old. Four just seems so old! I really can't believe it.
As with many parenting episodes, I'm feeling conflicted about so many things. I'm so amazed at all that she can do by herself, and at the same time, with each new skill and each stroke of independence, there's a little sting when I realize she will never need me to do that thing again.
But then, of course, she does. She learns to do something herself, but her independence ebbs and flows as she enters new stages. Sometimes she still wants her mama to do something even when she knows how to do it. When I'm annoyed that she's calling me in to do something that I know she can do, I try to remember the times when I feel like this, and I remind myself that it all really does go by so quickly!
Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!