I couldn’t wait until she was born, I wanted to know my daughter and watch her grow, but too soon I found myself anxious for the next phase in her life…
I couldn’t wait for her to sleep through the night, to hold her own bottle, to feed herself.
I couldn’t wait for her to sit, stand, walk and talk.
I couldn’t wait for her to be potty trained and to learn to dress herself.
I couldn’t wait for her to go to school, learn to read and ride a bike.
And so it went through the years, until suddenly…
I worried about the day she’d learned to drive.
I worried about the friends she’d pick.
I worried about the boys she’d date.
I worried about the temptations she’d face.
I worried about the guy she’d marry.
Then things changed again…
I wished she would find a good job.
I wished she would have a baby (or two).
I wished she would quit her good job and stay home with the babies.
I wished she and her husband would get along better.
I wished she had more time in her life for me.
The phases of life pass so quickly
Why do we hurry them along?
Why do we worry our way through them?
Why do we wish they were different?
If I could go back in time and relive those years gone by,
I wouldn’t hurry or worry or wish them away.
I’d cherish each moment that made up her life.
I would enjoy her now.
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