Where did my baby go? Who is this small child with a pig tail on top of her head? Why won't she cuddle with me? Where did she learn to throw temper tantrums? What?!?!?! Bailey is a year and a half now, and she ain't no babe anymore. She climbs furniture, repeatedly yells, "no!" or "doe!" whe she doesn't want to do something. We prefer shirts over onesies, and have started building forts under the dining room table. Last night, she threw her banana across the dining room table. Who is this child? What did she do to my baby?
And then, I remember that we all grow up, even us adults. I am not the same person I was when I had Bailey. What I know now could not be contained in the Dana of 19 months ago. My waistline has grown, yes, but so has my heart and mind...still selfish sometimes, but forced to focus on the needs of that little kid that hugs my leg and wipes out from running to fast. Soon, she'll be riding the dog like a horse. I better get a saddle...
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