Watching My Baby Grow Up. 

Today we had my daughters 3rd birthday party. And as I sat there, I realized what an amazing age 3 is. As I watched her shovel cake into her face using both hands, mouth wide open and laughing, I realize how beautiful she is. As I listened to her thank every single person without being told to, I realized what an amazing young lady she is becoming. As I watched her flirt with the neighbor’s nephew, I realized how innocent she is. 

And then I realized that outside our front door, the world isn’t like that. Beauty isn’t shoveling cake into your face. Saying “thank you” is a lost art among my generation. And Flirting isn’t innocent anymore. 

My heart broke. 

I thought about her first heartbreak. I thought about the first time someone calls her fat. I thought about her growing up. 

I pictured the first day of school and the first time she calls me from a party she wasn’t supposed to be at. I thought about graduation and her not getting something she worked so hard for. 

Watching your child grow up is scary, and breathtaking, and insane. It’s ups and downs and everything in between. 

But for now, I’m going to enjoy the innocence and laughter, because it only lasts for a little while. 


Author: smudgesonmymirror

A dynamic mother/daughter duo that has overcome obstacles and chosen to embrace our experiences rather than to change our view of ourselves. Lovingly labeled by Gigi or Mommy, the tone and messages in each post will reflect generational viewpoints and family continuances.

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