As i lay down with oldest baby last night, as we talk about her day, her friends, boys in class( that thankfully still have cooties) , her awesome new teacher, and as we are saying our goodnight prayers, i realize tonight is the last night of single digits for my baby. She keeps reminding me she is almost 10. She isn’t a baby any more. What she hasn’t realized yet is she will always be my baby. She could be in the triple digits and still be my baby. But as I lay here I see how much she has grown, I see the young lady she is turning into. She came home today with a letter about a beta club, a club that only her hard work will get her into, not anything I can do to help her. We talked about if she wanted in beta club she would have to put in the work, she would have to study and get the grades. I’d be there to help where I could as she needed it, but ultimately that it was all up to her. I see each new day she is less of a child I helping with day to day activities and more of a young lady that has to do more on her own with me cheering her on.
So, I lay here hoping that I am raising her right. Raising her to be strong and determined. To be courageous and stand up for what she believes in. Raising her to know her worth, her worth when it comes it herself, her friends, and those that she will date. Raising her to adult right through the craziness, knowing I have her back.
And I know full well as she grows that she will make mistakes, but I hope as she grows she knows there is nothing, no mistake, nothing she could do or say that would make me love her less. Nothing she could do that she couldn’t come running into my arms and say, “Momma I messed up” and me reply ” It’s ok lets work it out” .
So yes I see her growing up but I also know she is my baby.
Adulting with a Side of Craziness 