The ‘timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly’ bits of raising a child

And for those of you who aren’t ‘Doctor Who’ fans (for shame) it basically refers to the relation of the speed of time to your little one progressing to adulthood – or to put it simply, time really does fly by when you have a child.

I was trying (somewhat in vain) to ¬†organize hundreds (literally, hundreds) of photo’s of Little P and it struck me just how much she has grown in the past six months. Not just physically. I mean, yeah, she’s gotten taller, and her hair has grown (although it’s hard to tell under all those adorable curls), but her language skills, her coordination, even her likes and dislikes are getting to be so fully developed, that it’s hard to believe that just over 18 months ago, she was just a wee baby.¬†

Her little personality is developing (as is her attitude – but I blaming the current fits of ‘diva-ness’ on the approaching ‘terrible two’s), and she’s becoming her own little person.

Now you may ask, what has this got to do with Doctor Who? Well, nothing I guess. Other than the fact that a) the new episodes start on Saturday (excited much?) and b) watching it the other day made me realize that these ‘precious’ moments when she is young and wants my attention constantly are going to end and before I know it she’s going to be heading out the door to college. And while in some alternate universe or parallel dimension she is, in theory, already a grown up, right here and now, she’s my little girl. The one who wants Mommy to hold her when she’s fallen over at the play ground, or who takes me hand to go show me something that she found. The little girl who loves peas and edamame but won’t eat cake or anything sweet. The little girl who loves read ‘Axel the Truck’ and ‘The Thinks You Can Think’. My baby who still likes to curl up on my lap and have me sing to her to go to sleep.

That little girl will one day fall in love and have her heart broken, only to fall in love again. A little girl, who, I have no doubt, will develop a passion for shoes and anything shiny. Who will (hopefully) continue to love reading and keep her imagination active. A little girl, who will turn into a young lady, then into a woman, who will marry and have children of her own. A little girl, who will always, ALWAYS, be my baby girl.

But for now, we have tea parties to attend, and books to read, games to play and new places to explore.

So, till next time, whether they be little or grown up, spend time with your children, because, time really is relative and you never know how much of it you have left.

K

(and just for something different, I am trying this whole ‘blog hop’ thing. So give it a whirl and let me know what you think)

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