{Seven Year Old Teeth}

You all know what I'm talking about -- those seven year old teeth.  It's like one day I looked at her face and saw this sweet baby like procelane face and then it developed holes.  And then it happened -- she grew up.  How is it that teeth can change my little girls face so drastically -- so quickly?

Seven year old teeth are hard for this mommie to handle.  It's a vision of future adulthood all crammed in my little girls mouth.  It's life shouting at me, telling me that my baby girl is growing up and no matter how hard I try to deny it, she is slowly turning into a young lady. Let's not even think about the other young lady things yet to come -- that for sure will send me in a downward spiral.

Madison is amazing.  But, I don't really need to tell you all that.  After all, most of you have watched her grow up right here on this blog.  You have watched her live a chaotic life in the hospital beside Gavin and you also watched her say goodbye and grieve.  Someone forwarded me a blog post last week and in it read this: a sibling of special needs kids is anything but typical.  They couldn't have said it better.  Madison is anything but normal.  She carries a life full of experiences that most little girls her age have yet to experience or even think of.  But that's not such a bad thing.  She has this ability to love and accept that is sometimes even hard for me to comprehend.  She is beautiful.

With growing up also comes new activities and busyness.  She wants to join clubs at school -- collect every box top available and wants to dress like every character on the Disney channel, particularly those I don't like.  Then there is the talking -- the non stop talking.  I know she has important things to say, but most of the time she is just talking nonsense and I've developed this unique ability to pretend listen, as to not hurt her feelings.  Again -- I know you know what I'm talking about.

I look at these photos and it's so hard to see my baby.  She's changing faster than I can keep up.  I pray everyday that Adam and I are doing ok -- raising her right.  I think so, but like any other parents we are always worried we are going to mess her up.

Last week we celebrated her seventh birthday.  Seven years since I held her and touched her beautiful skin for the first time.  I'm so honored to be her mommie -- to stand beside her and keep pushing her forward.  She is going to do amazing things.

 I just know it.