Abby had her first dance class this week. It was pretty cute to watch-little girls in their dance outfits, living out their dream. Abby learned a little ballet and then went to tumbling, both of which she loved.
While I was there, Noah kept with his usual impeccable timing and filled his diaper. I was changing him in the tiny bathroom when another mom and her two kids came in. Now, I am not one to judge other moms, because once one becomes a mom, she understands the frustrations that come with trying to maintain control in public. However, this particular mom must have been having quite a day.
She was in the stall, attempting to help her little girl into her dance costume. Picture pulling up tights on a little kid in a tiny stall, then add on her even younger boy trying to sneak out of the bathroom and you can feel the frustrations of this woman. What I found sad, though, is what she said to her little girl...
"Would you please just grow up? You are five years old so stop acting like a baby!"
Would you please grow up...you are five years old. Hmm.
As I watched Abby in her class, I felt the opposite. She suddenly looked so old to me (probably because she is the tallest girl in the class) and I suddenly felt the need to stop time to keep her from growing up. She is no longer a baby or a toddler, but a little girl. Before I know it, she will be a teenager, then off to college. Seriously, time flies by way too fast.
As much as I want her to "grow up" and "stop acting like a baby, " I also want her to stay young and innocent. Perhaps I should be happy when she cries over little things or fights with her brother because it shows she is still six-years old.
Okay, so maybe not be happy, but appreciate it a little bit more.