The problem with my preschool age daughter isn't that she is painfully strong willed, wildly independent, or as moody as a tween.
The problem lies in the fact that she is growing up. So. Incredibly. Fast.
When I looked across the table tonight at my pint sized Valentines date, I could hardly believe that my child was gazing back, confidently asking what I wanted for dinner. My child. My little baby.
As I sit here holding my youngest, it's hard to imagine that three short years from now, she will be where my oldest is; my oldest will then be six. It's hard to picture them needing me less as I want to hold them more. But I know deep down inside that it is the way life is meant to happen.
The sweetest thing I have ever heard is my daughter telling me that I am her best friend. I'm savoring it, sealing those words in a precious package within my heart.
The problem with preschoolers is that they grow up. It is a beautiful yet bittersweet reality. Enjoy every moment; let no second pass without a nod of acknowledgement and appreciation because each one is a gift.
Love, hugs, and blessings,
The Mama
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