23 September 2011


Hooray for Gypsy Mama's Five Minute Friday - five minutes of unedited writing, no worries of if it's perfect or not, because it's just what's in our hearts.

Today we're writing about Growing.  Ready?


Stop growing, I say.  I'm going to put a book on your head and not let you go to school and get any smarter, I tease.  It's only half true.  I can't stop the growing, and I don't like that.  But, then again, with their growth comes mine.

Because the person I was eight years ago, before I became a mother, is not a person I want to be any more. That person was too selfish, too unaware of the world happening every day.  That person let time run like a faucet.

This person that I've grown into doesn't do that any more.  This person stops her five minutes of writing for a kiss from my beautiful daughter, because there will be a time when she won't ask for kisses anymore.

This person still has a lot of growing to do,
but this person knows that with their growth comes mine.  Because each new discovery of theirs will accompany insight into who these children of mine are becoming.  And I want to see who they turn out to be.  I want to see them grow, and I want to see the person I am growing up to be.

It is bittersweet, this inevitable growth.  But it is also inevitable, so I embrace it and hold it and pull it out and look at it every once in a while, so I can see how far we've all come.


I love looking at the beautiful words others' have also written.  Why don't you head over to Gypsy Mama and see for yourself?  I'm #85, and #80, Redemption's Beauty, states

"But growing is saying goodbye to what was and looking forward to what will be."  Beautiful, don't you think?

The entry before mine, #84, is from To Make a Rhyme, wrote a touching poem about growing up.  Go check it out.


  1. Oh, I so agree with you on not wanting to be the same person that I was 8 years ago- my 8 year old daughter (and now 2 sons) have taught me so very much! Thanks for your sweet post!

  2. I love how God grows us right along with them.