The babe's grandmother is in town this week, which always offers a benchmark for the subtle shifts I take for granted as my little girl grows from day to day. Though she is able to come out with great frequency, there are inevitably changes - whether a growth spurt, leap in language, or a new favorite discovery - since her last visit.
Yesterday while I met with clients, the girls spent the day out and about in our neighborhood. When I returned home, my mother regaled me with tales of my daughter's amusing observations, defiant declarations, and creative play. As I listened, I was sad to have missed these sweet moments. But it occurred to me that what she was describing was probably not much different than what takes place right in front of me on a daily basis.
I will give myself credit for capturing and preserving the babe's firsts and milestones, but in between these "big" events, I allow myself to be distracted by the dozens of details and decisions that fill our days. More and more, however, I am beginning to realize it is precisely these little moments that make up her life - and mine. The way she tiptoes into the room to see if we are awake. The sound of her giggles when she jumps into the big bed. Her insistence in ensuring every door and drawer is completely closed. The make-believe world that grows richer in color and detail with every story she tells.
For the rest of this visit, I am taking a cue from grandmama. I will sit on the floor and let the babe hold court instead of rushing off to wash the dishes. I will let her walk as slowly as she likes instead of insisting we set off for the next activity on the agenda. I will enjoy the little things - and the big things - and everything in between.