Long days and short years

Curly-haired Daughter is planning for her senior prom. We had to get a dress. It wasn't a horrible experience, shopping for that. We actually found one relatively quickly, within budget, that we both agreed on, and it does not look like she's a streetwalker...which is more than I can say for the young (ahem) lady in the dressing room next to Daughter.

The really horrible, awful, terrible part of the shopping experience is that we bought said prom dress in a bridal shop. It is bad enough that I was watching my BABY prance in and out of the dressing room looking like a WOMAN, but then knowing that we'd be having the whole wedding experience in the blink of an eye....I felt like I was in a time warp. 

It was just yesterday that that baby girl was sitting on my lap, telling me what animals she saw in the clouds as we enjoyed a snuggle in the evening air, right? It was just last week when she was inviting me to a tea party with her stuffed bears, I know it was.

I admit, when my kids were little, like every other young mom, I wanted them to hurry up and be more independent: tie their own shoes, cut their own food, dress themselves. I shook my head when older moms told me to cherish these times...I was so frazzled and tired and needed so much.

They were right.

The days were long, but the years are short. My Curly-haired Daughter is almost a woman, and it delights and scares me. Maybe this is why God gives us grandkids....we will know, this time, to slow down and enjoy each little minute.

But I'm not ready to be a grandmother right now:  do you hear me, kids?????

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