While We're Not Looking

This morning, as I was reading this post by Lucy from It's the Little Things, it hit me, like it has many other times before, that my little girl is growing up.

I can't stop it.  And a huge part of me loves it.  I love her personality.  I love her big strong hugs.  I love her little bats of laughter that show me she knows exactly what I'm doing.

And I don't want to miss out on a thing.

One thing I remember the most from childhood is the time my mom invested in our lives.  I remember craft boxes, video camera set up to the TV so we can see ourselves, and tons and tons of fire place performances.  And in all of that, I see my mother.  I see her behind it all inspiring us to laugh, to play, and to enjoy the moment, because she was.

As a child I can never remember whether or not the house was clean or the dishes were washed.  I truly can't remember any part of that.  But what I remember are the memories we had soaking up what it means to be a kid, and I have a huge thank you to my mother who chose to make that happen for us.

So, it's my turn now.  I may not be in the situation I imagined, but I'm reminded often, that I have a life blessed beyond what I can create for myself.  And I want to be that kind of mama who inspires Josselyn to laugh, and to play dress up, and to roll down the grassy hills, or spray me with the hose, and I want to do it all with her.

For I don't want to miss a second of my little girls life because I'm too worried about things that don't really matter in the big scheme of things.  For the laundry can be put away another day or this blog of mine can wait till nap time...