After the death of our dog, I've been very sensitive to all the changes happening around me. My 6 year old daughter, Maile, lost her first tooth and started 1st grade last week...nothing says "moving forward" like looking at your once baby and now 1st grader (minus one tooth) and realizing that she's growing up. Another big part of what "IS" coming...sigh.
I picked her up the other day and realized how tall and heavy she's getting...carrying her around is starting to look "not-so-normal" anymore. Instead of just playing with her or correcting her, I am now feeling the hints of serious conversations and the need for "mature" parenting coming upon me...yikes!
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