Recently I've been feeling a little sad about how much the girls have grown up and changed. I find myself missing the early years when they were home with me and our days were spent watching videos of Bible songs and dancing in Daddy's t-shirts while folding the laundry. Days when the yellow Belle costume NEVER came off (not even for trips to the grocery store) and a major tantrum would occur at the mere SUGGESTION of wearing anything else. Days when we thought of their thumbsucking and fingersucking as a 'cute habbits' rather than 'the cause of a huge orthodontia bill.' A time when boobies and bras were something only Mommies had. A time when Hannah Montana and The Jonas Brothers did not hang on their bedroom walls but their backpacks still donned Disney Princesses.
Don't get me wrong, though - I LOVE what I see blossoming in front of me. I see gorgeous young women who are fearfully and wonderfully made by God - beautiful from the inside out. I see individual personalities unfolding right in front of me. I see gifts and talents being used and lifetime dreams beginning to form.
While I DO miss who they were, I SO look forward to who they are becoming. Praise God for trusting me to be the mother of these fine young ladies.
