Mommy's Having a Hard Time

I had a rough morning.

My girls promoted at daycare.

Ann Catherine moved into the 3-year-old class. I was okay with that. In fact, I was excited for her.

But, Lily? That's another story.

Lily moved into Ann Catherine's old classroom - the 2-year-old class. She's not two yet, but will be a few months, so she's moving on up.

I was fine until I got ready to leave her. I just looked at her and it hit me. Lily is growing up.

I've always said, it's harder for me to accept that Lily is growing up. Ann Catherine is the oldest, so I get so excited as she hits milestones. But, Lily is the baby. Each time she hits a milestone, I'm happy, but it also hurts me a little. Please understand - I'm so happy that Lily is healthy and thriving and growing. But, the thought of her sitting at a big kid table in a big kid chair is like a dagger to my heart. I'm just having a hard time dealing with it.

I left daycare, got in the car, called Chris and began to cry. He assured me that Lily was okay. "I'm not worried about her," I replied. "I'm worried about me!"

I know she's fine. It's her mommy who's not doing so well.

It really is one of the hardest things about being a mom. You watch your child grow and you realize that all of those people who told you, "enjoy it because they grow so fast," were right. It does go by so fast - too fast.

That's why I try to soak up every moment with my kids. Those moments fly by way too fast.