Seth picked this dandelion for me on Wednesday--the day it was warm and sunny. I am sure it will be the last dandelion for the season. But I started to think, how many more times will someone come in the house with their chubby fingers around a bunch of the yellow flowers saying, "Mommy, I picked some pretty flowers for you!" My baby is growing up and I know I will miss the innocence of the child who thinks dandelions are pretty flowers. I like having a little one that still counts to eleventeen. I love having a little one who brings me play food to eat. Who has an imaginary friend, Sally, and who thinks I am the "absolutely best mommy ever." (After our day yesterday I know that is not true, but it is still nice to hear!) So, I am resolved to be okay with crayons, markers, rescue heroes, cars, playmobil, legos, dress-up, Barbies, polly pockets, books etc. scattered over the floor. I am okay with hand prints, spilled milk, tracked in dirt and sand. Because all too soon I know they will all be grown up...
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