She’s Not A Baby Anymore

Sometimes things happen that force you to realize something you have known for awhile but refuse to accept. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. Like the times that your pants are getting tighter and you blame the dryer instead of accepting that a daily dose of potato chips, ice cream and peanut butter on apples doesn’t have anything at all to do with it. Or perhaps like the times that you wonder why in the world the kids can’t just do their chores without reminders but then you realize that you don’t do what needs done until you have to, either. My most recent acceptance arrived yesterday via the optometrist’s office. My baby isn’t a baby anymore.

I can no longer ignore it. I can’t pretend, like she wants to every once in awhile, that she’s still a baby. I can’t pretend that she’s not growing up, no matter who much I have wanted her to do so since the day they told me we needed to prepare for her funeral. No. There is no going back now. She’s officially a little girl. There’s not a thing that still says “baby”about her. Especially since she and Daddy drove off to the optometrist’s office last night and came home with a pair of Princess glasses on. Honestly, she looks just as cute as ever. Deep down inside I realized that she’s just not a baby any more. She looks older, more mature. Like a little girl now. I cried for just a moment. And I’m sure I’ll do it again a few more times in the next few days. But the reality is unavoidable. She’s growing up. Because of us. Despite us. And isn’t that just great.

Here she and Jonathan are in all of their new glory. Aren’t they too cute???