My memory is no longer as sharp as it used to be in my pre-mommy days, but the day I brought Skye home from the hospital is still so fresh and clear in my mind.She was wide awake, but so still and so quiet. I was so amused because she just kept looking up at me the whole car ride home. My heart just melted. I had held her several times the past few days in the hospital. Nursed her even. But I felt that she and I really connected in that car ride home. It was as if she looked at me, and she knew that I was her mommy.
When her first birthday came along, a part of me felt sad. And it was the same with every birthday that came along after that. Although each birthday was a milestone, it was also a reminder that time wasn't going to let me hold her as my baby forever.
Which brings us to today. Skye's turning 7. I've been chewing on that and saying that to myself the past few days, the past few weeks even. She's 7. She's gonna be 7. Skye's seven years old.
It's funny because I turned 40 a few weeks ago. And I hardly gave that a thought. But Skye turning 7 is something I can't wrap my mind around. Where did all the time go?I feel like her baby days have definitely come to an end. All of a sudden, she's gonna have to start growing up now. For real.
Please bear with me. It's gonna take me (and her) some time to get used to this whole 7-year old business. By the time we do get used to it...guess what....
She'll be turning 8. Sigh.
