I Don't Want Them To Grow

Yesterday I dropped the kids off at the babysitters, Kathy's. As I went to leave Katie reached her arms up to me and whined "Poppa!" I guess many parents at this point would have been annoyed, but although I was cognizant of the time, I was not. I just reached down and picked her up. I could have held her forever. There is just something about when she reaches up for me and says "I want to hold you" that just warms my heart. I love to sit and watch TV with her on my lap and it doesn't bother me when her extremely curly hair tickles my nose. I love and cherish every moment of it. I know the time will come when she will be much more independent and won't want or need me anymore. I'm already beginning to miss her when she was younger, when she had to be carried everywhere.

I remember when she first learned to walk and hadn't learned to talk quite yet. She and I would walk to the mail box when we lived in our apartment. She would chatter the whole way to and from. She would chase after the neighborhood dogs, even though I tried to teach her that you don't run up to strange dogs.

I remember teaching her to walk. Everyday we would come home (Janet wasn't home yet) and I would prop her up against the couch and hold my hands out for her to come to me. What a wonderful day when she took those first steps!

I see Jasmyn learning things differently, she has learned to crawl and she is everywhere we let her go. She just loves to be mobile and I think she may be ready to start learning to walk.

One day in the future I'll be wishing for these days back.

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