One of my daughters is my snuggler. She always wants me to tuck her in. Always.
Until this morning.
When she woke up at the crack of dawn, I told her I’d tuck her back in, but she said those words. Those words I didn’t think would bother me.
“Mommy, I’m fine. I don’t need you to.”
My heart dropped and it hit me that my daughter’s growing up, becoming independent.
It’s a wonderful thing, but it also tugs at my heart.
While so many nights I can be frustrated walking upstairs “extra” times to tuck my daughter in, I find myself hoping she’ll ask. That she won’t tell me she doesn’t need me.
Just a little bit longer.
I won’t pressure her or make her feel guilty if she doesn’t. I’ll give her space when she’s ready. And I know it’s a healthy, good thing.
But I sure hope it’s not for a little longer.
Later this morning when my daughter asked “Mommy, will you play Legos with me?”, I jumped at the chance.
When my daughter gets older, she’ll need me in other ways. But now, while she’s still younger and calling out for me, I want to be there. With her.
I get to be there with her. In the small and big moments.
And it is joy to my soul.
“Teach us to number our days that we might gain a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12