It hit me that for the 1st time, I missed a first moment. Not a major milestone like walking, talking, giggling, or smiling. Just a tee ball game. But still, it was a 1st. And the very first “1st” that I’ve ever missed in the 5 1/2 years of calling myself a Mom.
I fear this will be a trend of things to come in the next year and for years to come as my girl grows up. Sadly I’ll get more “vested” in my work -and she’ll need me less and before I know it, I won’t be able to count the firsts I’ve missed as I’m sure there will be so many as she becomes her own beautiful entity.
Luckily she had a little manager to keep her company for the big game. Isn’t he so stinking cute too?