If that isn't bad enough - My big girl is losing teeth! I remember when she didn't even have teeth.
As time goes by, I am also coming to terms with what a big job it is to be a mommy. To be a parent.
At times I forget. I see my role in the mundane - slurbing on bellies, washing dirty clothes, collecting toys from scattered places, packing lunches and reminding and nagging.
And at other times, it seems as if being "the mom" is an enormous task.
Teaching them about inner beauty, self-confidence, body image.
Reminding them that they are smart and beautiful and good.
Gloating when they do something nice unprompted.
Hurting when they are hurt by others.
Cringing when I see them do the same thing.
Realizing that even if I am there to try to "fix" it and educate and remind, it doesn't make it go away. It might help them temper the response next time, but I can't make it go away. And I can't be there all the time.