When I catch her sitting quietly by herself, playing or coloring or flipping through books, it takes me by surprise. She's playing without me, and the older she gets, the less she's going to want/need to play with me.
She'll be four in less than two months, and somehow in the last year she has changed from a toddler to a little girl. I think it must have happened while we were sleeping.
The other morning Joel and I walked past her bedroom before 7 (she has a clock in her room that tells her she can leave her room at 7 a.m.), and through the cracked door we could see her sitting on her bed, fully dressed for the day, looking at a comic book. She loves picking out her own outfits, getting her backpack packed for "school", trying on my jewelry and spritzing on my perfume. She enjoys making her bed, straightening up her bedroom, setting the table and dusting the house with me.
I'm glad I still catch her giggly, childish moments, otherwise I might just dissolve into a sentimental wreck of a mom, subject to fits of nostalgia in which I grab her and beg her to stop growing, to stay my little baby forever.
Lucy is starting preschool in the fall, just two days a week, and she is so excited to go that we talk about it daily. Today we even played school. She correctly recited a Scripture verse, and when I asked her to write her own name and write the word "cat" she did them both on her own, without needing my help.
We love our not-so-little Lucy Rose!
1 comment:
Hard for me to even fathom. To me she still is the baby with the big, beautiful, blue eyes.
You are smart to enjoy every moment. It won't be too long and she will be 13.5 -- trust me.
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