I know I’ve said it before, but it really struck me tonight how fine that line is between “my baby” and “my big girl.”
While we were playing at the park I watched Addie chasing after Em and Em’s friend, trying to keep up, so trying to be a big girl. They were exploring in the bushes and finding secret hiding spots and I could just see her looking up admiringly at the two older girls and seeking their approval and acceptance.
And then, mere minutes later, she came running up, sat down next to me, and put her head in my lap. She looked up at me, smiled and said, “Can we go home and can you carry me?”
So I scooped her up and we headed home. She settled into my shoulder, sighed and said, “I love you, Mama.” “I love you too, baby,” I murmured into her hair expecting a protest from me using the word “baby.”
She snuggled in a little closer and said, “I is your baby, right Mama?”
Oh, yes. You “is.”