My baby is growing! She is totally not into dressy styling. She's into funky, cool fashion sense. Today, she wore denim shorts over purple leggings with butterfly inlays.
If only I can stop her from growing. But then I am also looking forward to a more mature bonding time with her. I'd like to go to Europe with her, shopping endlessly, just sitting on the beach--- me with my books and she on the other hand, with her painting stuff probably creating the best scenery painting of cape Cod. I know I will not be able to stop time, but I can definitely enjoy her now. I love it when she asks me to fix her hair, when she asks me if her top matches her pants, I secretly smile when she assures me she will always be with me--- even if the boys are out with their girls, I get a heavy heart when she tells me she will go to a local arts school so that she can take care of me and her dad and I cherish the time she makes me upset because she is having "growing attitudes".
My girl is growing. I am afraid. I am cautious. I am confident that she will grow up to be what she envisions herself to be--- a good teacher, an artist and a "good Mom, just like you Mom". This video makes me the proudest Mom in the world. In fact, I thought I was the best in the room full of great moms as well.
