Warning Girls: Your Mother is Ridiculous

I remember so clearly the first night I tried to put  Libby to bed in her crib.  I missed her so much that I went and got her and put her back in her spot next to me.  Her nursery right across the hall from our bedroom just felt too far away.  After all, she was part of me at one time.  So began my journey into the ridiculous, known as, I just might love my kids a little bit too much.  Let me just stop your reading here if you don't want to read a post on how much I love my kids.

My parents came and picked up my girl today.  I knew that I would feel sad and most likely cry a lot, which I did, but what I didn't know is how deafening the silence would be once she was gone. I told Kev that I felt like someone turned the clinky-clanky princess music off and switched off all the sparkly lights.

For the first moments that she was gone all we heard was quiet.  In the absence of my Little I realized things about her that I'm sure I didn't realize before.  I know that she lives up to her name, and  I know that she is excellent at being little, but what I didn't realize was the energy she brings to our family or that  her vivacious spirit lights up the room.

I want to climb to the top of a really tall mountain and scream at the top of my lungs to the world "do you have any idea how special she is?!"  This girl talks to rabbits, she has a very deep relationship with an invisible plastic space man, and she is totally fine wearing one silver shoe and one blue.

 She is so fearfully and wonderfully made....While the ridiculous mother that I am wants to hold her close to me and keep her safe from harm, the little twinkle in her eye that looks over her shoulder at me and takes just one more step further away  tells me that this free spirited girl will have no problem telling the world herself just exactly who she is.

She is amazing to me.
I miss her.

I know what you're thinking...it's not that big of a deal, she will have a blast, it is good for her, it is good for me, it is good for Maggie.  I know these things and I agree with them.
But I love her like crazy...

Crazy, probably being the most important word in that structurally incorrect sentence.
 

 

Grace and Peace