While mothers debate whether you ever forget the pains of labor, as your child grows you really do forget the stages and ages of yesteryear. The first year of my daughter's life went in slow motion, we waited and waited for her to roll, to walk, to talk. But once she blew the birthday candles out on her cake, it seemed like a matter of minutes before she strolled through the doors of preschool, made friends and started planning her own playdates. Just as my husband and I can hardly recall what we did before we had children, we cannot remember a time when our lil girl couldn't speak. Now she has an opinion on everything, some of which leave us in hysterics. It's bittersweet to think that this latest phase, such a precious one, will soon become just another snapshot like the others.
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