I Like Her.

Where did my baby go?

I wonder as I watch her

Long legs hanging down from the kitchen chair

Head bent over serious colouring concentration

Intent on staying within the lines

She used to sleep in my arms

With those big puffy baby cheeks sticking out

And I'd cover them with kisses

Before placing her in her crib

All soft, sweet baby goodness

Now it is different

Instead there is a routine of

"Mama, can we talk one minute?"

And bedtime is filled with questions and answers

And giggles and prayers filled with thoughts that make we smile

There are still lots of kisses

Though on cheeks not quite so chubby

And its her arms that wrap all the way around me

But its all a happy-sad

Because she's my girl

Who is learning and growing

And filling my world with joy

Just like she has everyday since I knew she existed

I like her

And all she is becoming

My baby turned girl.

 

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.

Psalm 127:3

{Reflections after reading Do You Like Your Children? @ Raising Homemakers}