i know the feeling.

i can hear the inner dialogue...

i'm tired of watching the Lion King. stupid ole rafiki...

you are not getting off of that bed with that paci in your mouth.  you can have it but you have to stay there.

no.  i'm not buying gummies.  i'm not afraid to leaving a cart full of groceries in the HT because of a full on temper tantrum.  pissed, but not afraid.

and yes. i'm brushing your hair.  i know it's tangled and i'll use the soft brush but i'm not letting you out of the house with hair like that.

please please go to bed.  you're gonna be fine.  and i'll sit for one minute but that's it.

and could you give me just one moment of peace?  i know you love me and want to sit on my lap but your mama is tired and needs a moment.  just one moment.

and then before you know it, in the blink of an eye, this is the reality.

she's independent, capable, intelligent, gorgeous through and through.  she has her own ideas, her own value system, her own life...she's a woman.  

and still, she's my baby.  

pictures by the fabulous haley george
except bat girl...:)