I’m Not Freaking Out.. Yeah, I am.Payton Foeller
MY BABY IS TURNING ONE!
How in the world is that possible?! And how do I make it stop?!
When did she begin taking up more than a teeny tiny corner of the crib? When did she start crawling and walking and talking and looking at me with a sassy little attitude in her eyes? When did she start needing less and less of me. And how in the world am I suppose to take another 17 years of this soul ripping, heart shredding, slow separation. It’s like she’s taking 18 years to say, ‘It’s ok mom, we can still be friends, I just don’t like you like that anymore..It’s not you, it’s me..’
What do I do when she thinks its weird that I wanna smell her head? How do I handle not having a chubby little belly to blow raspberries on? How, oh how in the world will I live without hearing her say ‘mama dada’ all day long? I’m not freaking out! But yeah I am.
That’s Ok I guess.
Now I’m gonna go stare at my ‘baby’ while she naps. Let me know if you figure out how to stop this growing up thing.