Turning Nine

Even though I don't feel old enough to have my first baby turn nine, the day is almost here.  Since becoming a mother has been the largest game changer of my life I tend to reflect and become a sentimental sap.

Abi is rapidly turning into a young lady.  Just this weekend she started wearing deodorant (homemade of course!).  Her face has lost all baby pudge, and is starting to look a bit more like mine with the sharply defined features.  There is the hint of the curves that are to come.  I've also noticed that she is entering that transitional time of childhood where playing isn't all it used to be.  Books are more likely to be chosen.  Indecisiveness and insecurity have popped up as she morphs into the next stage of life.

The great thing about Abi turning nine is that she can read and loves to cook.  In fact most weekend mornings you will find her in the kitchen whipping up some delectable breakfast goodies.  Chocolate chip pancakes seem to be the favorite.

This is the smiling smirk I get most days.  Thankfully her rambunctious laughter and shrieks are close to follow. 

I'm not needed in a lot of areas of her life anymore.  I don't need to pick out her clothes, or fix her hair.  My advice on what looks good together is often scoffed at.  She doesn't want me to tuck her in, or even turn off the light these days.  Even though this little lady is growing up much quicker than I ever anticipated, I still get to hear the magical words 'goodnight mama, I love you'.  And that's enough for me.