Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Five Year Old Jurls

Sam turned five on May 11 and promptly decided she no longer wanted her dress-up clothes. She rejected all of her princess gowns, fairy wings, tutus and all the accompanying accoutrements. I can't believe she'd really give up all that chiffon and glitter! She even gave up her dance recital outfits.....what's next? Her own apartment!

I'm just not ready to move on because I know this is just the first of many moments where I'll feel left behind in her childhood as she moves on toward all her future holds. For Sam it will be moving on to slumber parties, movies with friends, secret journals, boyfriends, a driver's license, graduations, and a grown-up life. For me it will be her moving on from sitting in my lap, from holding my face in her small hands and saying, "I love you, I love you, I love you, Mommy!", from begging me for one more story, from insisting that I help her pick out her clothes, from snuggling in bed with me until Dad comes in, and from seeing me as her everything.


I know she's supposed to grow-up and, believe me, there are plenty of days I wish it would happen sooner rather than later, but it doesn't mean it won't kill me when she decides she's too big for barbie dolls.


Yes, Sam is moving on, but she will never move on from being my baby, princess gown or no princess gown. And I will never move on from telling her, "I love you, I love you, I love you, Samantha."


I'll let you move on, but I will never let you go.


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

As I tell by kids from the book I Love You Forever - "I will love you forever, I will like you for always, as long as I live my baby you will be."

The Red Pen said...

Good! Out with the glitter and princess. She's evolving.

(PS I'm 27 and secretly still love that crap, so if she's giving it away...ya know...never mind).

What a sweet post, by the way.