Growing Up

Yesterday we had lunch at a Chinese restaurant. While Lydia was eating her fried rice and sipping egg drop soup, she suddenly looked grown up to me. I don’t know if it was because her hair was cute or because she doesn’t need any help eating or because she literally got taller the night before. But she was just more grown up!

Les has been telling her that every time she grows up he is going to give her a spanking. She thinks it is hilarious. And she loves to announce to us, “I think I grew last night!”

Later that day she said was washing her hands and apparently felt taller because she said, “I think I grew up!” She stepped out of the bathroom and said, “Now I can be a Mommy!” And I wish you could have seen her face—she was so serious. As if nothing could be more exciting. As if that was her main goal in life. I said, “Lydia, you will be a great Mommy.” And she must have seen the wistfulness in my eyes because she looked at me seriously and said, “Mommy, will you be sad when I grow up?” I grabbed her in my arms and said, “Oh, Lydia! I will be happy and sad. There is nothing more exciting to me than seeing you grow up. But I’ll be sad because I can’t kiss your neck anymore.” And here I kissed her neck till she screamed with laughter.

Then she said, “But you can still kiss my neck! And I can live here. My daughters can live in my room. And, uhm…I can live downstairs.” She went on to discuss how it would be when she grew up and lived in my house. If only!

When I realized that my love for Lydia grew with her, I was no longer sad that she was growing up. In fact, I look forward to Lydia and Asa growing up because I know I will know and love them more than I do now. But every now and then I get a little glance of life without a sweet little girl reaching up to give me a kiss or pretend it’s my birthday by giving me her toys wrapped up in blankets. I’ll miss hearing, “Moooooommmmmmyyyy!” first think in the morning. And I’ll miss, “But why? WHY? Why, Mommy?”

But. I will get to sleep late. So, there is that.

Comments

  1. I love every stage more than the one before it.
    My mom tells me that truly, having your kids grown is the most fun because you can finally be more friends than authority figures.
    .-= Dolly´s last blog ..Every story whispers His name =-.

  2. Your post made me tear up! I think about my girls growing up all the time. Parts of me can’t wait to see how they turn out as women and with their own families. But then, there are parts when I don’t want them to grow up. I want to keep watching their innocense has they learn new things, meet new people, play with each other, all the hugs & kisses. *sigh*

  3. That’s so sweet!
    Bryar told me a few weeks ago that one day I would grow up, someone would love me, and I would get a baby. Thanks Bryar :/

    I think it’s so funny that kids think being grown up = being a mommy or daddy.

  4. Awww…that is precious! I am not too sad about my boys growing up. It has always been fascinating to me to see the people they are becoming.
    .-= Janna´s last blog ..Top Ten Reasons Why I Don’t Like Summer (and Summer Doesn’t Like Me) =-.

  5. That makes me want to cry! So beautiful!

  6. Yes ma’am. There is that. And when I get sad to see my two growing WAY. TOO. FAST… I just think of the sleep I’ll get. And the TJ Maxx shopping I’ll get to do. :)

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