In the last three years, she has changed. A. LOT.
She went from rolling, to crawling, to pulling up, to walking.
She went from cooing, to babbling, to uttering one word, to forming sentences and then conversations.
She will never again be that six pound bundle. She will never again be what she is today.
She is ever changing.
And so I am.
People have made statements like, you'll start feeling like your old-self again. It will just take some time.
Who was that? How do I find her again? Do I want to?
How can your life completely change but not you?
When you uttered an anguished sob of a goodbye, a goodbye that no mother should ever have to say, how do you not become someone completely different?
My old-self? She's gone.
I have a new-self. I am a new me.
Ever changing just like that six pound bundle I was blessed to welcome into the world.
Linking up today for a Five-Minute Friday with Lisa-Jo.