Tomorrow's Heirloom: This age is special

My sweet Abby is eight and a half.  I swear that I enjoy each season with her more than the next.  It is such a fun age.  She is a smart, motivated little girl who loves to read and has been playing so well with Jake.   She talks back a little and never wants to go to bed at a reasonable hour.  But that is what makes her my Abby.

This age is special because I know that she will remember everything.   Our day to day life will become what she remembers as her ‘childhood.’   I hope that the our evening walks will be looked back upon fondly.  I hope that someday all of these Littlest Pet Shop toys that I step on continuously are cherished and take her back to a day where she could imagine all day long.   I wonder if she is going to feed her kids frozen waffles everyday like I do… with a dollop of whipped cream on top.

The circle of life is pretty amazing.  Often times I have to pinch myself.  Am I really an adult already?  A married, 35 year old Mom of two? Sometimes I still feel like a child.  But motherhood is especially real to me as I tuck things into their memory boxes.  Whether it’s a drawing, a little toy or a favorite shirt, I sometimes get a little emotional thinking of her going through these memories when she is an adult and maybe (hopefully) sharing some of her memories with her own children.