So often realizing my only girl is growing quickly has brought me to the brink of tears. Packing away outgrown clothes or books is painful for me. I'm oversensitive but at the same time, she's my only girl and I can't hang on tight enough. That being said I had something happen last night that made that pain lessen.
Seeing me holding my head (six hours of a pounding headache will do that), she said to me, "Mom, you go get in the bathtub, I'll put everyone to bed". And she did. It was quiet and peaceful and exactly what I needed. I'm feeling thankful right now knowing I have such a nice, young lady in the house. So maybe the next time I come across a drawing she made me at age three, instead of welling up- I'll think about the blessing that she is today. Maybe.