But tonight I'm wishing that my sweet baby girl would move back home. With me.
I never thought I'd live to see the day she chose to live anywhere else (some place other than where I was)...but, for the millionth time in this lifetime, I was wrong.
If you REALLY know me, I'm sure you're thinking, "Well, that's a shocker." "What a game changer." "Betcha didn't see that one coming." And you'd all be so RIGHT.
I never thought this would happen, didn't see it coming. And, yes, its a game changer. I mean, who else carries their child (who weighs every bit as much as they do) downstairs to watch Sponge Bob and Little Bill and drink hot chocolate before school every single day thought this would ever happen...right?!?
I've grown up with my sweet baby, not that I've ever acted like her "friend," because I haven't. I've been a Mama. From day one. I've grown up with her. That tends to happen when you decide to keep a baby when everyone says you shouldn't. Because you KNOW that what you have inside you is destined for great things.
She taught me what it meant to be a Mama.
She taught me what it meant to love unconditionally.
I know my hard limits: what I would live and die for. And Paige makes the list.
And she's gone. To live elsewhere.
And my heart breaks.
Over and over.
And I love her, still.
