My little girl is growing up....
What is it with little girls and their determination to assert their freedom of choice? (more on this...read on)
My little girl is now 8. First of all that in itself boggles my mind as just the other day she was handed to me in hospital and I gazed into her tiny half-slit eyes and wondered if I had ever seen anything more beautiful and perfect than as at that moment...
Just the other day I held her tiny body in my arms while she curled her pink fingers around my thumb...
Just the other day I was changing nappies, sterilizing bottles, dragging my zombie-like body out of bed for the 2am feed...
Just the other day I was clapping excitedly as she gave her first smile, said her first word, took her first step...
Just the other day I cried like a baby on her first day of play school...
Just the other day I cried again when she graduated Grade R ...
Again when she started grade 1...
Again when she started grade 2...
And now is she is 8 and all the glorious, fantastic little hundreds and thousands of memories are tucked away in my heart forever as I continue to watch her grow...
And now she is insisting on wearing skirts and tops. She suddenly "hates" wearing dresses. I digress as she has a whole cupboard of beautiful dresses she once "loved"... She comes out her room wearing the strangest ensemble of clothes...
I want her to wear the dresses. I NEED her to wear the dresses as this change is all too much for me. I am not ready for her to become a little lady just yet.
She is still "my baby"....
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I have Been making paper garlands for the market...
Paper garlands
And little crocheted flower garlands.









