Being a mom is extremely unfair. I spend time helping her grow and move on to the next milestone and then realize that I want her to stay right where she is. Today (after an insane tantrum) I ended up rocking her to sleep in the rocking chair. This never happens. In the past year I think I have held her while she was asleep once (during Thanksgiving to be exact). Once she was asleep Will came to get her to carry her to bed. I told him no that I wanted to rock her for a minute more. I sat there singing and noticed that she barely fits in my lap anymore (possibly due to me getting fatter but…..). I thought about that first night home where I fell asleep trying to feed her and my mom had to come take her from my arms. I miss my tiny little girl. I miss naps with me on the couch, the fat giggling six month old, the barely crawling nearly one year old. And I know that in a few months I am going to miss the stage she is in right now. Being so willing to help, thinking her mom is super cool for sitting in the pool, even occasional irrational behavior. I realize that I am not the only one that has felt this way, it just hit me tonight. I just hope that I take enough pictures and right enough down that when we both are old we can look back and remember everything.
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Umm, this made me cry. I miss my baby Emery! Having a 2nd child makes your 1St grow up so much faster, like suddenly they're so old/big :( It had made me sad!
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