01/09/2026
Throwback to when my girls were little little. It really is true what they say...time is a thief.
I’ve been reading pieces from Jennae Cecelia’s Is This Girlhood?, and there’s one that immediately made me think about my girls and how quickly they’re growing up:
“one minute I want lip gloss in my backpack
the next I want to sit on the driveway until dinner
with chalk under my nails.
…I’m in the place between wanting to be older
and wishing no one expected me to change so fast."
Mine are still little enough to sit in the driveway with chalk-covered hands, but big enough to want the lip gloss tucked into their backpacks. Part of them is rushing toward what comes next while another part is still holding onto being little.
So I’m just trying to be present for all of it. To not rush it. To notice it. To soak up the moments when they still ask me to come outside and play.
Because one day, without me even realizing it, the chalk will be gone from the driveway and the lip gloss will still be in the backpack.
And I know I’m going to miss this in-between.
