Lots of Jelly-Beans

It's not easy being sentimental.  Always trying to hold onto time, to stop the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years from flying by.  At least ten times a day, (and probably more), I watch a precious moment happen in front of my eyes, and my heart constricts as I realise it's one more moment that has come and gone, one more piece of time that I can't hold onto.  I seriously could do with a quick hard smack around the chops sometimes to bring myself out of my constant time passing revelations..but then I remember that I'm not alone.  There are sweet Mamas all around me tearing up even as I type this.  

They know exactly how I feel. They wonder if they are the only ones feeling like an emotional wreck as another childs baby tooth falls out.  As another knee is grazed and kissed.  As they let go of little hands on the first day of Kindy.  As they walk back to their homes, with big wet tears rolling down their cheeks because somebody else gets to watch their baby today.   I am not alone, I'm normal...soppy but normal, and that is just fine with me.

And as you can see...my baby hasn't put away her baby things just yet.  She's still a titchy tiny little scrap and she is clinging onto her babyhood, just like her sentimental Mama...

Can you imagine how big this thing was when she was a newborn? 

Normally, she's quite happy to leave it in her cot...but I honestly couldn't prize it away from her all day.  I think it might have something to do with Daddy leaving last night...

Nothing but nothing, was parting her from this big piece of moulded rubber...

Not for anyone...

The others didn't care.  They loved her and kissed her and it was just another lovely warm day in Oz for them..

I did manage to finally sneak it away, her baby sucky, that she still clings onto whenever I let her...but she wanted to know...'weer is it Mama?'

Hehe!!! No, I don't think I'm gonna fess up, little one!

And she soon forgot her childish thing, her piece of security, as we played in the grass.  Another perfect moment in time for me with my babies surrounding me and my happy revelation that I really am a 'glass half full' kind of a girl, even when I'm being soppy and crying over moments gone.  

And actually a glass half full of water just didn't cut it today - far better to be a jar half full of jelly-beans, and then share the other half with your little memory makers..

P.S.  We might possibly have eaten slightly more then half a jar!