I brought Tate to get a big girl hair cut today. While watching Tate get her hair cut I saw her grow before my very eyes. I'll admit to tearing up a bit. I could see each minute, hour, day, week, and month it took to grow that wild mane. Gone is the tiny baby I held so close. Gone is the smiling toddler learning to run. Now I have an honest to goodness "Big Girl". It's hard for me to watch knowing this is only the beginning of how fast life goes by.
I catch myself watching both of my children to see if I can actually see the moment they grow. Is Tate heavier tonight as I pack her down the hall? Did Turner just get closer to being able to look me eye to eye? I notice maturity happening to Tate. I notice how tall my son is getting, I think he was born an old soul.
I'm not sure exactly what day it happened, but Turner now brings the garbage can down to the road and brings it back in for me. This summer he couldn't do that. Has the inch he sprouted changed him that much? It probably happened about the same time he started running and throwing like a boy and not a preschooler.
I now see why it broke my dad's heart when he found out I shaved my legs. I remember the look on his face when I threw a pack of razors in the buggy at Wal-Mart. I just couldn't understand why that, of all things, would upset him. Now I get it. Now I am just starting to see my babies not be babies any more, and it stings. Lord please help me through the next fifteen years. Be with me as they grow. Help me to do right by both of them. And thank You for my Big Girl and my Little Man.
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