G is really growing up too fast for my taste. Her Grammie and Grandad bought her some really cute size 4t clothes over the weekend. G got to see them last night. She wanted to try ever last outfit on and was so proud that she literally HAD to wear one of the dresses to school today to show off.
To me this is big because G, although she had opinions, never or hadn't really been interested in the trying on of an outfit until recently. And a dress?? This summer it was t shirts and crocs. Now she is all about her tennis shoes and matching outfits. And this dress? Well it is cute on her. But I just never dreamed we would get to this point so soon.
The other thing telling me she is growing up is disappointment, as in her own disappointment. Friday night she had a dream about Santa Clause visiting her and bringing her a rope to play with. She absolutely couldn't wait until the alarm went off Saturday morning to tell me about it. Then she couldn't wait to take me to her room to see it. You see, I couldn't convince her that it was a dream that just felt real. I have had them, everyone has them sometimes. I also didn't realize that was the reason we had to go to her room as soon as we got up either until I opened the door and looked at her little face. It was a mixture of embarrassment and misunderstanding and well, disappointment. I haven't ever seen it on her before.
Oh sure I have seen and heard the cries for not getting her own way but this was something totally different. I really felt badly for her. I felt like a failure of a mom who couldn't protect her. Oh and it passed in her but still, ya know?