The top is of GG, a few days after she was born. Below are both of babies, taken last summer.
When I look at those pictures, not only am I reminded of how much love I have for them, I am reminded of how fast time goes. The days were long, but the moments were fleeting. Days like last Friday remind me of just how fast the time flies.
Our grocery store doesn't always carry the brands that I prefer to buy. When I need something they don't have, a grocery trip is usually followed by a trip to Target. This was the case Friday.
I picked up what I needed and I decided to browse the store with the kids. Call me crazy, but I did have a purpose. I needed Little Dude to point out some things he would like for his birthday (which is tomorrow- eek!). I also needed to buy a certain article of clothing for GG.
I have noticed things when she steps out of the bath. Her body is starting to change. Up until Friday it wasn't noticeable when she wore clothes. The tank she decided to wear that day was a little snug. It finally hit home that I needed to buy my baby her first training bra.
It has been quite some time since I have had to buy one of those so I had no idea where they were in the store. By the way, they are NOT with the regular bras. The regular bras that my 5 year old son had to touch. Every.Single.One.
Once we found some that were appropriate, she began to look for one she deemed pretty enough. And by appropriate, I mean not padded. What kind of message are we sending to our 9 year olds by making padded bras in their size?!
She finally found some she liked and we made our way to the checkout.
I am so glad that I was able to share that moment with my daughter. I know some girls who do not have a mom to help them through moments like that. But as proud as I was, I also shed a tear.
My baby is growing up. I am deathly afraid of what the fourth grade will present me with come August.
*If any moms of daughters around this age have some advice, it would be greatly appreciated. I need to know what is coming in the following year so I can be prepared. Mentally and emotionally.
Until next time...
4 comments:
Just wondering why there is no picture of that moment on your wall? LMAO JK
Not quite there yet, but now you are scaring/scarring (yes both) me.
Good Luck, I am a long way off from this stage with Miss Maddy but I want to be there for her in all those ways too! It's such a blessing to have a daughter but it's so scary it's unreal!
Padded? Really? That's unreal!
I remember I got my first bra in fourth grade. I wore it a few times and then stopped. It was until sixth grade that my mom MADE me wear one. ;-)
Unfortunately I don't have any daughter stories to share. Duh! However, that 5 yr old that touched all the bras....I've had 2 of those so far! And one raring to go! And I'd take that little display of curiosity as a good sign. :)
I got boobs in 4th grade. Horrific. Boys can be mean, but jealous little girls are nasty. Just FYI.
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