I Wish

I wish someone would have warned me that my baby was going to grow into a little girl.



I wish someone would have told me when her hair would stop smelling like baby and start smelling like warm sunshine. Because if someone would have told me, then I would have taken one more deep breath before that precious smell slipped away.

I wish someone would have told me when she would stop wanting to fall asleep in my arms. Because if someone would have told me, I would have held her peaceful, sleeping little body a little while longer before putting her down in her crib.

I wish someone would have told me when she would stop calling out for me in the middle of the night. Because if someone would have told me, I would have relished in the quiet mother/daughter togetherness and ignored the twinge of fatigue-induced annoyance.

I wish someone would have told me when her dove-like coos would turn into baby babblings and murky conversations.  Because if someone would have told me, I would have listened carefully, closed my eyes, and memorized the sound.



I love watching Ayla grow up, and of course I knew it was going to happen - all I'm saying is that a little warning would have been nice. :)