By Diane Ako
I'm so sad. The day has come when Olivia asked me to stop calling her Baby, Little, or refer to the word born.
Six and a half years old and now my big girl.
She likes to jump into the bed with me if I'm still in it when she enters my bedroom in the morning. She got all excited and cuddled up with me today.
I love it, love it, love it, and I shower her with pet names and hugs. "Who's my little girl? Who's my sweet baby?" I whispered to her. "I remember when you were born you were thiiis tiny! And now look at big you are!"
To my surprised, she actually said, "Um. Can you not call me anything that uses the words Baby, Little, or born?"
"What?" I gasped, not believing the day is here. "I can't call you my little love bug?"
"No," she said.
"My sweet sweetie?" I continued sadly.
"Grr," she growled. She is in a phase of making animals noises. She howls and hisses sometimes, too.
"Just my big girl?" I confirmed.
"Yes!" she agreed.
So I'll go with this for now and I hope it's a phase she forgets about in a week. Because, I've warned her, she will always be my little baby.