Wednesday

Tuesday

9...REALLY???


I sat here today, in the midst of chaos, and paused to look at my baby girl. Much to my dismay, her baby-ness is gone. I looked at Noah and tried to remember Kameron at that age. Her face, her smells, her sounds, have all but vanished, replaced instead with a young lady.

Gone are the days where I could entertain her by singing along with the Wiggles. Now singing along with the dreamy Jonas Brothers is "embarrassing MOM!” How I long for the days when she thought all boys smelled like poo.

I am preparing myself for the talks that will inevitably come. For the times when life gets hard, and the times when life gets really hard.

In the mean time, I am trying to remember the way things are now. In her eyes, John and I are still her heroes. We may not know everything, but we still know a lot. We are still her confidants. We are still the ones she runs to when she is learning, loving, laughing and even hurting.

My birthday wish for Kameron is one of love. I hope she always feels loved, even when life gets hard and especially when life gets really hard.