Olivia proudly announced she could reach some new height at home without the stool- I think it was the sink faucet. "Look at me, Mommy! Look how high I can reach!" she exclaimed.
I always approach each change, even if small, with a mixed reaction of excitement and a twinge of sadness. It's like, She's growing up! Wow! Then it's, Aww. My baby's growing up.
"I'm proud of you! Great!" I usually say. On this day, I followed up with, "You're getting to be such a big girl, will you still need your mommy?"
"Sure I will," she reassured me. "I'll need you to reach the high things for me."
"Like what?" I asked. I'm a smidge over five feet. With her half Scandinavian genes, she'll probably be taller than me in two years.
"Like... the sky!" she replied.
The sky. That's cute. Yes, I'll always be trying to reach the sky for my little girl.
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