My girls aren’t little anymore.
Overnight, it seems like the playroom has become a museum- frozen back in a time when the girls pretend played for hours on end with their Barbie dolls. Doll clothing and toy pieces still litter the floor.
There’s a part of me that wants the playroom to stay that way forever so I can remember it all… their excited giggles, the singing, and the not-so-quiet sound of toys being tossed around.
I feel like my “mom life” is in a bit of a transition. I don’t write about it as much as I used to, because those cute moments don’t come as often. And as I watch my coming-of-age daughters try to navigate life, I’m still finding my own way as a mom. It is WAY harder than I ever thought it would be.
I told the girls recently that they needed to clean the playroom and get rid of some of their dolls and toys. We don’t need all that stuff down there anymore- I tried to reason with them.
But my oldest looked at me in utter disbelief…
Mom!! You are NOT giving away my whole childhood! You just can’t do that!
How long has it been since you actually played with those Barbies?? I tried to reason with her.
Umm… just a few weeks ago- she sheepishly admitted to me.
And then I smiled. I might have even teared up a little bit.
Just when I thought I was having a hard time letting go of my girls being little girls– I see they’re not ready to let go either.
We’re all holding on.
Hold on to what is good-
1 Thessalonians 5:21
“Sometimes you will never know the value of something,
until it becomes a memory.” – Dr Seuss