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Time flies on so many levels...
There's the space in time since I last blogged, which has been filled with formal dresses, pageants and dances, boys and teenage life in general. Where is my little girl? When did she become this, this teenager? When did she start caring about how she looks? We have bought dresses for Winter Blast (her first formal dance), We have bought dresses for the Sweetheart Pageant (her first pageant since she was 7. Got in the top ten... I was a proud momma) and we've bought an extra dress for... well we're not sure yet. But she's gotten into the top 30 for the Falcon Walk in March, so maybe she'll wear it then... With all that said, when did I become a pageant mother... and when did my tomboy become a pageant girl... Time has sure flown by... my little tomboy has become a beautiful young lady in what seems like an overnight transformation.
Then there's the space in time that has brought us to Carlie's 15th birthday and non-stop talk about getting her permit. There are always milestones in our lives and in the lives of our children. Turning 5, signifies a milestone where we are now old enough to attend school, turning 10 is the milestone where we become "double digits" and somehow overnight are accepted as "older", next there's 13... teen being the operative word. It's that right of passage so many young children look forward to, it's when you are no longer a "child" you are a "teenager". Then we come to the magic # 15. Not quiet old enough to venture out on our own, but just old enough to be given major responsibility behind the wheel. Just old enough... but still slightly out of reach of the next extraordinary milestone... 16, drivers license, dating, freedom... After that how fast will time fly? 2 years later 18...adulthood by all standards. 3 years later 21... legal to drink. I have to stop myself from time to time and realize that each day of my child's life is a precious moment in time that I can never get back. 15 years have flown by so swiftly, will the next 15 as well.
With all of that, let me end by saying... Guess What?? She got her permit yesterday!! I had to say it because she has said that to me at least a million times since we walked out of the DMV yesterday. "Mom, Guess What?... I got my permit!!" Let the gray hair begin... :)
There's the space in time since I last blogged, which has been filled with formal dresses, pageants and dances, boys and teenage life in general. Where is my little girl? When did she become this, this teenager? When did she start caring about how she looks? We have bought dresses for Winter Blast (her first formal dance), We have bought dresses for the Sweetheart Pageant (her first pageant since she was 7. Got in the top ten... I was a proud momma) and we've bought an extra dress for... well we're not sure yet. But she's gotten into the top 30 for the Falcon Walk in March, so maybe she'll wear it then... With all that said, when did I become a pageant mother... and when did my tomboy become a pageant girl... Time has sure flown by... my little tomboy has become a beautiful young lady in what seems like an overnight transformation.
Then there's the space in time that has brought us to Carlie's 15th birthday and non-stop talk about getting her permit. There are always milestones in our lives and in the lives of our children. Turning 5, signifies a milestone where we are now old enough to attend school, turning 10 is the milestone where we become "double digits" and somehow overnight are accepted as "older", next there's 13... teen being the operative word. It's that right of passage so many young children look forward to, it's when you are no longer a "child" you are a "teenager". Then we come to the magic # 15. Not quiet old enough to venture out on our own, but just old enough to be given major responsibility behind the wheel. Just old enough... but still slightly out of reach of the next extraordinary milestone... 16, drivers license, dating, freedom... After that how fast will time fly? 2 years later 18...adulthood by all standards. 3 years later 21... legal to drink. I have to stop myself from time to time and realize that each day of my child's life is a precious moment in time that I can never get back. 15 years have flown by so swiftly, will the next 15 as well.
With all of that, let me end by saying... Guess What?? She got her permit yesterday!! I had to say it because she has said that to me at least a million times since we walked out of the DMV yesterday. "Mom, Guess What?... I got my permit!!" Let the gray hair begin... :)
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