I watch my daughter run for her dad, shrieks of delight echoing through the house as her little legs carry her as fast as she can make them go. My mind flashes back to when she couldn’t run, hadn’t learned to walk, to when she was a tiny bundle wrapped up against my chest.
I held my breath.
I wanted to keep her tiny forever, to save her newborn smell and perfect sounds for an eternity. Anxiety would overwhelm me when I thought about her crawling, walking, and becoming a little girl.
As she grew she took with her my anxiety, worry, and apprehensions. She held my hand while she became steady on her feet and I became stronger on mine.
My baby was growing up.
Babbling and beautiful sounds formed and became words flowing through the house and filling it with love. Loud giggles, full bellied laughter, and chiclet smiles begging to be played with.
Becoming a little girl.
As she grows she discovers new pieces of herself everyday, finds beauty and adventure in every corner, and expresses herself with exuberance.
Her unique personality makes her a joy, her disposition is consistently sunny and welcoming, and her determination unwavering.
I am exhaling.
And I am embracing her growth.