Something struck me today as I was watching my daughter walk, burdened by a heavy backpack and her violin, to the school bus stop. I’m not sure how I can translate this feeling into words but, I will try.
Watching the her grow smaller as she walked to her destination a few houses from ours, I had an realization.
This little girl…my ONLY birth daughter…is in her last year of elementary school.
She still looks so small to me. And young…a baby.
And next year, two important firsts are going to happen.
My daughter will begin Middle School with all of her older siblings.
And my youngest will begin kindergarten.
My two “babies”.
My daughter is the baby from my first marriage. Who was supposedly going to be my last child…because of complications.
And…the baby baby.
I do realize that my children will ALWAYS be my “babies”…none of them are babies anymore.
But I think about all the time I wasted, wishing they would sleep through the night.
Wishing they would walk.
Wishing they would talk.
Basically, wishing away their babyhood…so it would get easier.
And their babyhood is gone.
And it hasn’t gotten any easier. Just different.
But, watching my daughter walk to her bus stop, weighed down with her huge back pack and her violin…I realized that I have to stop and appreciate them NOW.
Before it’s not a back pack but a suitcase.
And her walk is not to a bus stop but to her college dorm room.
That…is the realization that struck me today. As I watched my baby…walk to her bus stop.