When you're pregnant, it seems there's a ton of advice out there floating around, doesn't it? Also, everyone wants to touch/rub/speak to your belly.
Being the non-touchy-feely person I am, this never went over very well with me.
I used to say I wished they came with an instruction book...because when I brought Sophia home from the hospital, I sure didn't know what I was doing.
This weekend, she turned eleven. And I thought about all the people who told me it would go in the blink of an eye. It's my least favorite thing that older people say. It makes me feel like no matter what I do, I'm going to miss out on something.
I get it. It goes fast. But what good does it do to reiterate what we all already know? That she'll be independent before I know it? That I can't keep her from growing up?
That one day, she won't be my baby...she'll be my friend.
This weekend, time stopped...for her. And I'm so glad it did. We didn't work. We didn't write. We (Adam) didn't compose. We were fully engaged. Fully present.
...and sometimes I think that's why time moves so quickly...because we're not really paying attention. It's like driving across town, reaching your destination and having little memory of how you got there.
I realize it's fleeting...this is why I scrapbook. It's why I journal. It's why I keep this blog... so one day I can look back and remember the days that turned into months that turned into years... and I can smile on the other side of it.
Smile to think of all the adventures she's had so far...New schools. New friends. Discovering she loves to lead worship. Discovering we have a love of theatre in common (it's important to find common ground, I think...)
Discovering her own personal relationship with her Heavenly Father...and her sweet relationship with her earthly one.
And how many more adventures she has ahead of her...eleven years feels long and makes me feel old...and yet, it's just a drop in the bucket. She has so much to explore.
For now, my plan is to be more engaged. To look into her eyes more often. To realize that when she gets out of bed at night, she's not always stalling...sometimes this is the best time to talk to her.
That when she asks if I want her to sing to me, it's often because she can sense I had a rotten day.
This is her way of cheering me up.
That she is going to grow up, whether I like it or not...and so far, she's proven that she's going to do that in a beautiful way.
That she needs to be independent. It's okay. I was too.
That it's important to bring out her silly side...and often the best way to do that is to find mine.
That when she has a revelation about God, I most certainly will stop and listen to it...often he uses her to teach me something I need to hear.
That she is sweet in so many ways...
Happy Birthday to my amazing eleven-year-old beauty.
It may go fast, but I'm going to tune in to every little moment...