I know I always talk about how my babies are growing up on me, but this morning while I was flat-ironing RooBear's hair it really struck home. Not because She was wearing her big girl clothes or that she demanded that I fix her cowlick in the back of her hair or even because she was singing, "We are never, ever, ever, getting back together" at the top of her lungs but for another reason... She told me I didn't have to walk her to her PreK class anymore. She said she was a big girl and big girls got dropped off out front. My heart was broken. I know kids are supposed to become independent and all of this is normal progression, but it's freaking killing me.
And just for good measure... Here's Juicy :)
Won't be long and she'll be trying to talk me into letting her grow up, too. I wish her good luck with that. I'm gonna keep her my baby forever.
My husband and I adopted Ellie May before we were married and they thought she was about a year old then so that makes her around 10 years old now. Before the girls were born her only job was to hang out with me. She was just used to sitting at my feet and licking the sweat off of my sweet tea glass.
Then these 2 girls were born... Her life hasn't been the same since.
MayMay feels like it's her responsibility to keep the kids in line. She gets super nervous when they start to wander away from me or go somewhere I've told them not to go. So, even though MayMay has been ours for 9 years, the only command she knows is "Watch Your Babies." This usually means she rounds them up like cattle but on rare occasions (okay, maybe not so rare) she has to go and get them by the hand and drag them back to where they're supposed to be. She's very gentle but the girls get aggravated with having another mother around. Love my MayMay and love that she thinks of my babies as her own.
My big girl is going to PreK. I can't believe how fast these days are flying by. She's been a big girl and her teachers and I are so proud of her. On the third day all 3 of us girls had a major breakdown. RooBear was sure she didn't want to stay, I was crying because I didn't want to make her stay and JuicyJuice because she had to be dragged out. Daddy was thought this story was the funniest thing he's ever heard but I've noticed how he's managed to weasel out of taking her until she's gotten used to going. He's not nearly as tough as he looks and I know if he saw just one tear then he would be ready to bring her straight home... Pushover. She's adjusted well and she loves her new school and her new teachers.
I'm so proud.
And then there's JuicyJuice... Walks around like she owns the place and already knows everyone's name. This girl is a mess. She's just started her second year with her 2 mornings a week at Play School. She's having the best time at school. Loves her teacher and doesn't call her "Ms. Paula", she calls her "My Paula". This girl takes after her mother and never meets a stranger. She hasn't shed a tear yet and asks to go back to school every day. She keeps me on my toes.