This past Friday night, we celebrated our youngest daughter’s birthday. She turned seven years old.
Seven years old. I still can’t believe it.
I don’t think I ever cried when any of my kids had a birthday, but I did for Giana’s.
The night before, I was bagging up her store-bought cookies (COVID restricted us baking cupcakes) and it hit me like a ton of bricks. So much so, I had to brace myself on the counter.
That night would be the last time we had a six year old. Tears are coming to my eyes now just writing this.
Our little girl is growing up even though I tried telling her that she wasn’t allowed to grow up! Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way.
Time marches on and each moment is fleeting.
Which is part of the reason why us moms feel so very guilty when it comes to spending time on ourselves.
We can’t replace time. It’s our most precious resource, that's for sure. When...