March 7th, 2010 by Rochelle

Time flies so fast when you’re having fun.   I almost forgot that my daughter is turning 9 this month.   Nine years.   It’s been that long since the day I gave birth to her after some 15 grueling hours of intensive labor in the hospital.   She was so pink when I first saw her.   Her strong, loud cries were music to my ears.   She came out so healthy, sweet and innocent.

That was almost nine years ago.

Last month, I witnessed her receive her first communion, wearing all white and looking so grown-up.   While she maintains her angelic innocence, she now talks with impressive wit.   She’s far from being the infant I used to feed in the middle of the night, far from the baby who used to cry so hard at night and wet her diaper when it was time for me to sleep.

She now wears my high heels, uses my makeup, and pretends to be a grown up when she’s home with me.   She runs to me when there are things that she doesn’t understand.   She talks to me about her dream of becoming a fashion designer.   She talks to me about music, school, games, TV, even about tsunamis.

Time will come when she’ll spend more time with her friends rather than me.   One day, she might not even ask for my opinion on important things.

But until then, I’m seizing the moment of being with her…every single day.