Nine years. Third grade. She’s starting to talk of boys. Playground chases. Walk-by comments. Confirmation of cuteness. It’s all a little too much for this mama. It’s full of cliché, but wasn’t it yesterday I was gifted the tinker bell perfume in third year elementary?
But then there are still moments.
Joy in the birth of Spring.
The hand requested from a little sister.
The push needed from the same.
And sometimes a pull too.
The dare accepted.
Heaven looks on
and we all forget the growing and the changing. They’re just my babies playing and I’m just the mama picturing. I can’t stop the changing but the changing brings remembering. And this will be a sweet one.
I love the way you captured the moment!
So true, I have also noticed her talking about boys more, with a girlish grin.
What a great moment, showing the standing alone, togetherness, and then the trust dare. What one simple thing they are doing together can bring a lifetime of memories. Love it!!!
And each new phase brings, along with some longing for that which went before, new treasures worthy of pondering and storing up in a mother’s heart!
It has been great going through all the stages.
They are so sweet together. I hope they grow up as best friends with a special relationship. And may boys still have cooties for a few more years!
I know, right, Ally? Cooties are good now