Lately I’ve been struck by the paradox of being both proud and sad momma. A close friend of ours warned us right before we had her, “Get ready for life to hit the fast forward button on you.”
Liar.
Chelsea is growing up at warp speed.
She’s all at once trying to roll over, get up on her hands and knees to posture for crawling, sit up, cut teeth, and talk. And she’s getting damn close to accomplishing all of those things.
What happened to my cute little kewpie doll that just hung out and snuggled with me all day?
Don’t get me wrong – I love how well she’s developing. My ears feel like they smile when I listen to her coo and babble. Every new milestone or achievement makes my heart swell with pride and joy for her.
I just wish it would all happen a little slower, or at least feel like it’s happening in normal time.
Note: Before you go feeling too sorry for me, as soon as I finished writing this the two of us laid down and took a nap together. Win.
Shelley Speak 