Monday, January 5, 2009
I laid on my bed today, watching my daughter as she danced around my bedroom. I could hear the wind as it buffeted our house. There was a strip of light shining in through the window onto the floor. She babbled as she moved, picking up a belt and draping it over her shoulders.
I will remember this moment. I will remember the way my daughter climbed up the end of our bed, clinging to the wrought iron to get face to face with me. Her huge smile when she pulled herself up.
She won't remember this at all. This will be just a tiny building block in the foundation of her personality. Hopefully, these times spent laughing and talking and playing with her will help her become the confident, intelligent, capable person I dream that she will be.
I have so many dreams for where she will go. What she will do. After just 15 months, I already feel like time is slipping through my fingers. I am beginning to forget the little things about her babyhood. I wish I could capture the way I feel when I look down at her serene face as she nurses, her hand gently kneading my breast. Or the weight of her tiny body when I lower her into her crib.
At the same time I push her to her next milestone, I wish I could freeze her for a while. Stop the sands from falling and enjoy this little being, just as she is.