The World is Her Oyster
My baby is a toddler now.
She is 10 months old today.
She's walking now -- faster and steadier every day.
She's eating three meals each day.
She feeds herself with a spoon, and drinks from a little glass on her own.
She actually plays with a purpose, noticeably sustains an activity, and tries to imitate most things she sees.
She screeches when you take something away or stop her at something, the beginnings of toddler willfulness.
She won't sleep in my arms or be cuddled or held for long--she wants to be down and moving.
Her gaze is always outward and forward, ready to go, ready to interact, ready to explore.
That old familiar bittersweet feeling of loss washes over me. I rejoice in her bright eyes and her walking feet. But why do they have be looking and walking away from me?
They grow up so fast.
Lord, help me savor every minute.
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