Growing Pains

If this isn't a sure sign my little girl is growing up, I don't know what is.

Last night I borrowed some of her clothes!

OK, it was just one item, but it's the principle of the whole thing which has me gasping for air. I borrowed my little girl's growing daughter's stuff!
I was getting ready to go to Brian's Grand Opening for Fitness Together. It was a wine and cheese party and I wanted to get dressed up, so I choose a new skirt to wear. OK, it has been too long since I have worn nylons and I realized as I was getting dressed that I only had black ones. That simply wasn't going to do.
Humph!
Then I thought, Hey, Elizabeth has nylons. I'll just borrow some from her! As I asked her about it she told me where I could find them and I went to her room to get them. It was during my journey down the stairs I realized the significance of the moment.
I used to tickle her little toes as I put booties on her feet.
I used to squeeze her pudgy little legs into tights.
As she grew and slimmed down, I still helped her get those tights on.
One day she informed me she no longer liked tights, and didn't want to wear them anymore.
A year or two later she agreed to try wearing nylons with her dresses, and I taught her how to put them on herself.
And the next thing I know, I'm asking her if I can borrow them!

My little girl is growing up, and I know it because I wore her nylons last night.

I remember wearing some of my mom's things. She had a bright pink dress I just loved and I wore it quite a bit. Makes me wonder if Elizabeth will ever want to borrow some of my clothes.
Some day, will she start wearing make-up and want to borrow my lipstick? Will she ask to get her ears pierced sometime, and wish to borrow my earrings? And as we're picking out the perfect earrings for her to wear on her first date, will she ask me what I did the first time I went out with a boy?

It is a joy for me to see my little girl growing up. Sometimes I just sit and watch her, simply amazed that the young lady in front of me used to be a babe in my arms. Truly, the time is passing quickly. And though there are moments when I wonder if I am going to "make it," I know I don't want to wish these days away. I want to cherish them and live in them fully - loving God, loving my children, and loving life.

Now, if I could just find some of my own nylons!