Last week Alyssa missed a day of school due to illness and so I watched from the front window as Tom walked Olivia to the bus. They waited at the designated place for the bus to stop and then watched for the driver’s wave for Olivia to cross the street to get on the bus.
Two years ago, I cried when my baaaabeeee had to get on the bus. She was so little, I sobbed. I didn’t understand why my husband was being so hard-hearted and wouldn’t drive her to school.
When she crossed the street last week, I was reminded that she’s still so little. She usually has her arm looped through her sister’s as they cross the street together. On that day, she made her way to the bus, climbed on all by herself and waved at her dad through the window.
She’s growing up even though in my eyes, she’s still little.
I love her independence as much as I love that she still wants to sit with me and rock most nights.
She tells me how she wants her hair most mornings and has opinions on what outfit she’s going to wear. She does her homework with little help from me but wants me to feed her pie and ice cream at night because it’s messy and she just wants it in her mouth NOW.
We’ve come a long way with this girl, this baby who cried so much her first six months of life. She’s happy, she’s healthy, she’s smart, she’s sweet.
And she’s still so little in my eyes.