Wednesday, February 15, 2012

dress rehearsal

They really are growing up.

Yesterday my oldest daughter discovered the box of fancy little-girl dresses that no longer fit her or her sister.

"Oh mommy! I remember wearing this dress!" she cried as she held the dress (size 2T) up to her almost 9-year-old self. "I wish I could wear this again today for our Valentine's Day dinner!"

"Well honey, I guess you should have thought of that before you grew up like you did." I joked.

"Mommy!" she rolled her eyes. "I can't help it you know!"

She can't help it, I know. I thought of this as I returned to my ironing. None of us can help it.  

My selfish desire to stay in little land with my babies is simply ignored. I pretend this is fine.

"Mommy, don't give this dress away, ok?" She knows me to well. "You have to save it- because when I grow up and move out of the house, I want to have it to put on my little girl someday."

I smile and promise.

I do a dress rehearsal, practicing letting-go in this little act. I pretend I can see it-- that day when she's out of the house-- and I pretend it will be easy to smile and pass on the frilly treasures for the next generation.

the above-mentioned dress.

seems like yesterday...

this actually was yesterday :)

"Now I can see that children are as light as air.  
They float past you, nudging against you like balloons as they ascend."
(S Fisher. read more here.)


  1. Yeah, it is hard to let them grow up. Although we didn’t get our boys until they were your daughters’ ages now, I still miss the things we did, the fun we had... and it passes so quickly. Now our grandkids are getting ready to leave the house - permanently.

    Just one more time...

  2. Thank you so much for the awesome quote by S. Fisher. I went to the website and read the entire article. What an inspiring writer she is! I know I will be re-reading and sharing that.


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