I was up at 6am this morning. Sitting on the couch with the news on the TV as background noise, I can see my daughter still sleeping in bed. I think back to the day we brought her home and how scared I was that she would fall out of her car seat. I remember the day when she first said Mommy and her first day of kindergarten.
I remember each and every day for the past 10, almost 11 years that have past. There were some not so good days, like the days she was sick, and the day she had to have her tonsils taken out and feeling helpless when I couldn't help her feel better. But most of my memories are of good days, like when she held my face in her hands and told me that she would always be Mommy's little girl, no matter how old she gets. I remember when she told me how much fun she had and how she loved our first vacation to Walt Disney World. I remember how she would take care of me when I was sick, making me soup to eat for lunch and covering me with a blanket while I lay on the couch.
Two weeks ago, as my daughter and I did the March of Dimes Walk for Babies, we walked among the USC campus. We had a very adult talk about her going to college. It was a good talk. She asked questions and I answered them to the best of my ability. But this talk made me realize, my time with her is short. I have 7 years left before she leaves for college and I thought, that is a really short time. The past 10 years seems to be 10 minutes!!! I just hope that the next several years last longer than 10 minutes.
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