Thursday, October 9, 2014

Growing, Growing, Grown


 
My wildflower keeps growing, every day, becoming more of a little girl than a baby. Every time I put a piece of clothing away that she can no longer wear, I cry. Judge me. It is not because I am attached to materialistic items but because it is real life smacking me in my face, proving to me that I can not freeze time, no matter how hard I try. She's growing + will never be this small again. I think that is why I am a mamarazzi. I try to freeze those seconds I can keep for a life time, when memories slowly fade as the years go by. One day, when she is all grown up, we will look at every picture + be reminded of every minute of her life as a baby + a little girl.
 I keep saying 3 going on 14. For one, she has the longest legs, Mama Longlegs (making her tallest in her dance class + about the height of the five year olds in her library class) + two, because she has the attitude of a teenager. Growing up, I always wanted to be much taller but appreciated my size the older I got. I hope she never wants to be anything other than what she is: mixed, tall with big brown eyes. We tell her how beautiful I think she is everyday, morning, noon + night. I am not just talking about her outward appearance but about her heart + mind + eyes in which she views the world. I hope those words stick throughout her adolescence +  adulthood. I hope she never sees her differences as anything but special. Not only does she stand out in our town because of her features but also because of her free spirit. She is a force to be reckoned with + is not afraid to put herself out there, a trait I hope she keeps forever. She wants to be friends with every child she meets + many times runs into ones that don't share the same feelings. It confuses her + hurts her sensitive little soul but I explain that everyone is different or maybe they were having a bad day. She wrinkles her face confused, but when I tell her that I will be a best friend forever, she smiles, says thanks + happily goes about her day. Pep talks won't always come this easy, but for now they do just fine.