Tonight my first-born had her first "official" school concert. Sure, I've been to preschool performances, but this one tonight had real, heartfelt significance for me.
It's the beginning of the end of her babyhood.
It's difficult to envision my baby as an honest-to-goodness big kid. But that's what has happened. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of the wonderfully bright, smart, kind and outgoing little girl she has become. But, a part of me doesn't want my kids to grow up.
I want to just stop time...rewind moments of regret to make right some of my mistakes. I need time to etch their milestones on my (notoriously bad) memory and try harder to cherish every second I spend with them. Instead of looking back, I need to look forward to the amazing milestones ahead.
It's tough to admit they're growing up, and even tougher letting go.
When I was pregnant with my first baby, I knew being a Mom would be the most amazing experience of my life. I also knew it would be the most difficult challenge, too. My Mother always told me that anything worth doing isn’t easy, so I thought I was prepared for anything.
But nothing can prepare you for becoming a Mom. Really.
It’s harder than you ever thought, yet more rewarding and fulfilling than you could imagine. When you’re sleep-deprived, it can feel like you’re never again going to be normal. But then everything changes; your child reaches a milestone and a mixture of pride and love, like you’ve never known, courses through you.
Seeing my children grow up before my eyes is the most satisfying accomplishment of my life. Nothing else will ever compare. And I will have the grey hairs to prove it – every one of them well-earned!
So, in honor of every Mom… thank you for all the sleepless nights, diaper changing, nose wiping, nurturing, boo-boo kissing, playing, teaching, tidying, cooking, worrying and advice giving. Not only are you a parent but also a friend, disciplinarian, nurse, teacher, housekeeper, chef, psychologist, and most of all…