The other morning I woke up to find Daphne had slept in her bed all night. It hit me harder than I expected. For all the nights I was frustrated with no room, wanting my own space, getting so little time apart from her... it made me cry. I missed waking up next to her and being able to spend that special time to snuggle with her and see her pure love and silliness. It just made me realize how quickly she's growing up, and how quickly her problems won't be fixed by a hug from Mom. Things were so hard with her as a baby, I really struggled and wanted her to be more independent and less needy. How is it that I'm already the one who is needy? It's definitely a painful reminder to slow down and appreciate these days with her.
No comments:
Post a Comment