My little baby girl is officially 7!!! It doesn’t feel like it’s been 7 years since I first held her. I can still remember what it was like to hold her as a baby. I would sit on the couch, and she would be tucked under my chin with her little fist curled up by her mouth, and she was the perfect fit, like that was a spot made just for her. And now, my little girl is over half my height.
She got some money for her birthday from various family members, and used it to buy a two-wheeler.

I was worried that she would have trouble with it, since she hasn’t been able to ride her trike much recently due to a catawampus training wheel, but she got on that bike and it was like she just knew what to do.

Within an hour she was flying up and down the sidewalk all by herself. It took her a few minutes to get the hang of keeping the handlebars straight, and looking ahead of her instead of at her feet.

And watching her, seeing the look on her face when she finally got herself going all on her own – Wow.
This morning she snuck out of the house to have a quick ride. While I think it’s great that my kid feels confident enough to try and ride on her own, we had a little talk about how, if she ever did that again, she wouldn’t be able to ride for a while. I was in the shower – she was supposed to be eating breakfast. We talked about how if she had fallen, mommy wouldn’t have been able to hear her call for help. So I’m angry about it, but also really proud.
E has gotten much braver in recent months, and this scares the piss out of me while at the same time making my heart swell. One of my fears as a parent is that I will pass along my phobias to my daughter, and I don’t want her to grow up afraid of everything because I have an illness. So watching her blossom and take chances is a relief.
Have I told you that she goes off the diving board with no help? Just jumps right on in, and that she can swim from the deep end to the shallow end without floaties? And while my heart leapt to my throat when she told me she’s gone off the diving board at the pool with her dad, I think I managed to express an appropriate amount of support. I have to trust that she is aware enough of her limitations that she wouldn’t have done it if she weren’t sure she could.
Watching her grow and walk in the world on her own is one of the most rewarding things in my life. She is an encapsulation of all the best parts of Ryan, and me and everyday I am amazed that this little person is mine.