Tonight, while rubbing lotion into my daughter's sensitive skin, I noticed something. The fat rolls on her wrists are no longer there. N was an adorably rotund baby and I was so proud of the rolls that my body created. She was a bottomless pit for her entire first year. At her demand, I woke multiple times each night to feed her until she was nearly a year old. I didn't mind because I could see the result of my sleepless nights...that sweet, sweet baby chub.
The creases in her wrists were the last evidence of those delicious rolls and now they're gone. My baby has turned into a little girl in what feels like an instant.
So, I put N to bed, went in my room, and cried. I know it sounds self-centered, but it's sad to realize there's no more evidence that she was dependent upon me. She has become her own little human being; a healthy, growing, active little girl. I know it's all good stuff, but it's still a little sad.