Time changes and I have to run with it

I AM NOT A "BABY" anymore....

Though I hear myself saying "Truthy Kamala" way too often for this to be a 21 month old. She is a toddler. She is strong both in body and mind. She is fearless, courageous, daring, nurturing, strong, and full of wit. I find this most to be like a yo-yo. I carry such emotion watching her turn her back and wander into Truth's world. Yes I am still called my Mama! I am still needed for the "milkies" in the morning that have become painful with her sharp teeth digging in. I would never give up that time of calm, quiet space with her in bed. None the less it is different now. She wanders upstairs to find me, climbs into our tall bed, lifts my shirt and exclaims "MILKIES." I miss my baby, and I welcome my babe! I am always filled with this rush when she hugs. She hugs with such strength, such emotion, a hug no one else has ever given me. Tight around the neck as she says "hold me mama" all day. I am needed for cuddles all day, comfort before naps, tickles, baby doll play....but she is not a baby.

So as she climbs bunk beds, rummages through the pantry, attempts to train the dog, fights with her brothers, pulls hair, yells NO, throws everything away in the trash, climbs onto the trampoline, etc etc etc!!!! I am constantly reminded of her drive and right of passage into childhood.