Turning eight is pretty special in our church. You are of the age of accountability and the age to be baptized.
I’ve never really thought that my oldest would ever grow up to be eight. It seems that these past eight years have crept up on us and now I have a little girl who’s not so little anymore.
We’ve been talking and preparing for her baptism for months now. Not so much the upcoming day as much as what being baptized means for her and the choices she’ll make in her life. She’s all grown up and doing great things it seems from a mother on the other side of the lens.
These pictures tell it all. A confident, part-child, part-growing girl, daughter with spunk, humor, sweetness, and leader all wrapped into the most beautiful, innocent girl. My little girl.
She’s the oldest of five. She can play mother as well as I can and I couldn’t do all I do without her. But she loves mothering. She loves the responsibility, the leadership. She’s my little socialite, too–just like her mommy. We really are so much alike. (Definitely in terms of emotions and drama.)
I knew this milestone of a birthday was coming this past year. I’ve watched our relationship transform, seeing her quietly withdraw from us during the day to achieve that autonomy of an eight year old she needs at times. I see her branching out of her comfort zone to do harder things and coming out stronger in the end.
I’m so proud of my Caroline.
The first child is really the experimental child, isn’t it? The child that you learn everything first through. I’ve always been the hardest on her (working on that) and have learned more with mothering her than from mothering any of my other children.
Saturday will be a special day.
the sleepy time gal