My daughter is well on her way to being three years old. Some days I can hardly believe it, but I never wish I could go back. Sure there are days I think back wistfully on the times she slept peacefully in my rocking arms. But I’m sure glad she now sleeps well in her own bed.
Every time our kids reach the next milestone, they take a step away from us toward independence. And that’s an awesome (if not a little bit sad) reality.
I don’t want tomorrow to come any faster, but I also don’t want to waste time wishing for yesterday. I want to raise a daughter who moves forward confidently. Who doesn’t waste a second wondering if her move toward independence will cause her mommy to lose her identity.
Today is a day to let go in some small way. And tomorrow will be another one.