My daughter is growing.
This is where I remind you that I'm 5' 1".
This morning, I woke up about an hour later than I usually do. My alarm usually goes off at 6:09 AM with two options to have alarm smack-downs, then up at 6:30. Since I failed to set the alarm, I did not have that this AM, but with the bus coming at 7:40, we had enough time. (And I even had to pack lunch!) I ran down and grabbed K's uniform parts off the line, started packing her lunch and grabbed up breakfast for her. I was brushing her hair, she popped up to brush her teeth and then she stopped.
She bent down for me.
"Mom, don't worry. I'll bend down for you." You see, it's getting harder and harder for me to part her hair without her being seated.
My baby? She's growing older and taller.
I even bet that she'll be taller than me. That's okay. Hubs told her that she'll be 6' 4" (which she won't be) and I'll still be putting her into time out. All she could do was to laugh. I told her that I didn't care how tall she was, she just needs to remember that I'm mom.
A short mom.
Have a great day!