My sweet Abby is eight and a half. I swear that I enjoy each season with her more than the next. It is such a fun age. She is a smart, motivated little girl who loves to read and has been playing so well with Jake. She talks back a little and never wants to go to bed at a reasonable hour. But that is what makes her my Abby.
This age is special because I know that she will remember everything. Our day to day life will become what she remembers as her ‘childhood.’ I hope that the our evening walks will be looked back upon fondly. I hope that someday all of these Littlest Pet Shop toys that I step on continuously are cherished and take her back to a day where she could imagine all day long. I wonder if she is going to feed her kids frozen waffles everyday like I do… with a dollop of whipped cream on top.
The circle of life is pretty amazing. Often times I have to pinch myself. Am I really an adult already? A married, 35 year old Mom of two? Sometimes I still feel like a child. But motherhood is especially real to me as I tuck things into their memory boxes. Whether it’s a drawing, a little toy or a favorite shirt, I sometimes get a little emotional thinking of her going through these memories when she is an adult and maybe (hopefully) sharing some of her memories with her own children.