Well it happened. I switched her pumpkin seat out for the convertible carseat. And as I was preparing to wrestle that seat into safety, a little lump welled up in my throat.
She’s getting so big.
It may seem a little whimpy, but it is real.
She’s getting so big.
Abi’s third birthday has come and gone. (I promise I’ll get that birthday post up before her next birthday… er maybe before she moves out.) And while Hannah is “Mommy’s baby” … so is Abi.
There’s this little part of me that holds the bittersweet memory… sweet little blondie in my arms. Oh she had her flaws – she would be in no one else’s arms…. EVER. But it was just my Abi Grace. Those piercing blues.
And look at her now.
I see Abi in Hannah’s eyes.
And I see a Rachael I struggle to remember in the wake of her four year old personality. She really was tiny once, right? It’s hard to remember what the normal felt like.
So maybe that’s why Hannah moving to the convertible seat comes with a little sting.
I know how quickly she’ll soon be forward facing.
And then in a booster.
She is my Joy.
And I have learned that Joy comes with some bitter moments at times too.
Just like retiring the little patten-leather church shoes. Size ones come with a slight laugh. They’re so not going to happen anymore.
That little squishy stage has slowly rippled away. 10 and a half pounds at birth has melted into a long, skinny busybody.
Thank You, Lord, for Hannah’s Mommy-clinging times. Thank You, Lord, for those quiet nursing moments when she lets me just stroke her strawberry locks. Thank You, Lord, for that smile only Mommy and Daddy can get out of those beautiful browns and open-mouthed squeals. Thank You, Lord, that she still comes to find me on those knees, sharing her delighted exploration finds.
Thank You, thank You, Lord…
it helps this Mommy let go
…and install the next seat up.
– I love you, my babies. From four on down to the floor. [And my extras ; ) ].
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