My daughter is going to be three this Sunday.
She’s walking, talking, almost potty trained, full of opinions and as independent as can be.
Where has the time gone?
It simultaneously feels like just yesterday I found out I was pregnant and also that I never had a life without her in it.
I’ve spent a lot of time crying about her growing up, mourning the loss of my sweet snuggly baby and wishing for the days when she would spend hours curled up on my chest.
But I’m done doing that and here’s why:
I remember in those days I couldn’t wait for a second to myself. Just a quick moment to catch my breath. I couldn’t wait to hear her talk and sing and play.
What kind of person would she be?
Would she be kind and generous?
Would she be a fierce leader or more of a gentle nurturer?
They were questions I couldn’t wait to hear the answer to and I feel like I lost track of that feeling, that desire to see her grow and blossom because I was stuck in the past.
I’ve decided to leave the past there and focus on my excitement for her future.
Her infant days were beautiful, life-changing days and I won’t ever forget them; but right now I’m focusing on raising this spunky little human being and will be attacking each day with her future in mind. I couldn’t be more excited about it.
I won’t be crying on her birthday this year because I’ve realized that as wonderful as that time was,