The older you get, the less you like birthdays.
Not just your own.
And not just because you aren't allowed to cover yourself in cake.
Because they are reminders of time speeding by you.
Today my only baby is 11. She's growing up.
I've realized something in the last few weeks. Is it possible that I'm in the midst of the subtle transition from being called "Mommy" and nothing else to being called just plain "Mom" ?
Not just in public, this being called Mom nonsense, but at home too? I want to be Mommy just a little while longer.
She's only 11. This has gone WAY too fast, couldn't I rewind a few years?
I'm going to try not to think about it. Maybe those last few times I just didn't hear her correctly. I hope she knows I'll always be her Mommy, not just her Mom.
But after her unbelievable report card (wherein her teacher calls her an "all around amazing young lady" ) I guess I may need to accept it. She is growing up.
Happy Birthday, Ali. Now knock off this growing like a weed thing. And remember that you will always be my baby.