Walk the Line
For awhile now I have thought about crossing the line. But, I knew that if I did, there would be no going back. Well, tonight, I had to do it. I only crossed it a little bit... I didn't want to, but really, I had no choice. It almost made me cry... I bought clothes for Baby Girl from the big girls section in Kohls. This is the first shirt that I have bought that is not a "toddler" size. As I walked through these clothes it made me so sad. They look like the clothes I wear - only smaller. No more cute little bunnies or Dora smiling at me. No. Now we get shirts that say things like "In your dreams" with Tinkerbell stickin her butt in the air. BLAH!
I'm not sure why this feels like such a huge step? Maybe it's because I'm not as ready for her to grow up as I thought. Maybe it's the fact that the bigger clothes cost more money. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that she just might be our last kiddo. I stopped and looked at some of the tiny stuff tonight and it made me a little sad to think that I wouldn't buy anything that small for one of my own babies again.
Of course, I didn't have much time to dwell on that since Baby Girl was a tad out of control tonight. Screaming, yelling, spinning, running as fast as she could and meowing - yeah, I said meowing. At one point I thought I had lost her because she wouldn't come when I called to her. Then I hear this tiny squeaky voice say, "You have to call me 'kitty girl'". So I did and she came out from under one of the racks crawling on all fours. In moments like that, I do tend to wish she was a little older. But then I stopped. And I remembered that in just a few short years she won't want to shop with me, let alone play games while we shop.
And so, I tried to enjoy the moment just a little more as I took a deep breath. Then, I stuck my toe over the line and we looked for clothes in the big girls section.