Today’s Mama: I Found Love in her Backpack

I’ve lived by the sea since pregnant with our firstborn, and remember in crisp detail each first steps each little lady took on sand, each first rock each little lady tossed into salty seas.
Honestly, it doesn’t feel like much time has sailed by since our almost-seven-year-old wore diapers.
She sings to pop radio favorites, still sleeps with her baby blankie and a score of dolls and stuffed friends.
She says words like crush, marry and kiss in sentences about recess and best friends while my husband and I instantly lose our appetites.
In this week’s Today’s Mama piece entitled I Found Love in her Backpack I wrote:
With a daughter buoyant on age seven’s cusp, my heart holds her in a sling still, my eyes blink to behold her tall, lean, beautiful.  I’ll never get over how amazing it is to have a whimsical little girl version of my husband.
Sometimes when I’m braiding her long hair, laughing at her jokes about a pirate’s favorite letter in the alphabetRRRRRR it is like we’re college roommates, scheeming over lattes, planning art projects.
This morning amid oatmeal’s steamy rush, I came across a crayon love note while digging in her backpack.

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  • Tracey says:

    A very beautiful post!

  • Jennifer says:

    i don't know why but the link keeps sending me to the same spot here when i click it.

    i love your writing…

    i've had the same thoughts lately about my eight year old. she whispered to me about a boy in her class she liked in bed the other night, but at the same time she's still clinging to her stuffed animals and sleeping next to mama…

    i've seen so much of the years to come in my ten year old. we sat in an airport this past summer and had a serious conversation and in that moment i saw all we would become.

    thanks for sharing this.

  • Elissa says:

    well, always good to be reminded that I am not the only one who sometimes struggles to be “grown up.”

    no real talk of girls around this joint yet though… tate has a friend he claims he's going to marry, but i'm pretty sure that's just because SHE told him so. i'm really glad they're still little.

  • Tonya says:

    My daughter is 11, and swings back and forth between professing her undying love for me, and chastising me for, well, anything. I'm trying to hang onto my little girl as long as I can. She still plays with her American Girl dolls and her Barbies, and I'm in no rush for her to grow up!

  • Melina says:

    You had me at:….each first rock each little lady tossed into salty seas.


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