I always heard my parents and other adults say that my brothers and I were growing up so fast when we were young. My mom still tells me how to her it was only a few days ago that I was my daughter's age. Some days though, I have to admit, parenting a two year old can seem like the days don't pass quickly enough! But, even on those trying days, I am always conscious that time ticks just a little quicker these days and my precious little one will soon be flying from my nest.
Maybe I have a heightened sense of this because I didn't get my daughter until she was nearly two or maybe every mother feels this way. The other day in the grocery store, I was keenly aware of my feelings on the matter when a perfectly harmless grandmother type asked me how old Raylen was. I told her 2 1/2 and she said "Oh! Almost time for preschool next year!" I know I must have scowled immediately because her smile left her face when she looked at mine. I said to her, "No, I think she will stay at home with me until kindergarten." The lady didn't even respond I don't think and just pushed her cart on to the next aisle.
Poor lady. She got the brunt of my fears and insecurities that I hadn't dealt with yet. As trying as being a parent can be, I want to soak up every ounce of Raylen. She is already a perfectly potty trained little girl instead of the bouncy round toddler we brought home. Far too soon, I will be telling her that it was only a few days ago that she was running around with her pig tails....
Maybe I have a heightened sense of this because I didn't get my daughter until she was nearly two or maybe every mother feels this way. The other day in the grocery store, I was keenly aware of my feelings on the matter when a perfectly harmless grandmother type asked me how old Raylen was. I told her 2 1/2 and she said "Oh! Almost time for preschool next year!" I know I must have scowled immediately because her smile left her face when she looked at mine. I said to her, "No, I think she will stay at home with me until kindergarten." The lady didn't even respond I don't think and just pushed her cart on to the next aisle.
Poor lady. She got the brunt of my fears and insecurities that I hadn't dealt with yet. As trying as being a parent can be, I want to soak up every ounce of Raylen. She is already a perfectly potty trained little girl instead of the bouncy round toddler we brought home. Far too soon, I will be telling her that it was only a few days ago that she was running around with her pig tails....
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