{"id":17351,"date":"2013-08-27T07:27:19","date_gmt":"2013-08-27T11:27:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ahealthysliceoflife.com\/?p=17351"},"modified":"2014-03-15T14:05:23","modified_gmt":"2014-03-15T18:05:23","slug":"milestones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ahealthysliceoflife.com\/milestones\/","title":{"rendered":"Milestones"},"content":{"rendered":"

Parenthood is a funny thing. One minute you\u2019re frustrated because your toddler won\u2019t stop jumping on the chair and the next minute you\u2019re weeping thinking about the day she is grown and not there to wreak havoc during meal time anymore. How boring will life be then?<\/p>\n

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I think I used to be more of a sap. There have been many times I\u2019ve reminisced on different stages of my life and gotten teary, but it doesn\u2019t happen much anymore. Maybe I\u2019m too busy. Maybe I\u2019m just so darn happy. Either way, things generally move along swimmingly around these parts. However, every so often a small milestone will pop up that has me wistfully wondering where the time goes.<\/p>\n

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Most recently it was Hailey\u2019s first hair cut.<\/p>\n

Turning two? No problem. Starting preschool? Sure, that\u2019s a good thing. But getting her hair cut? I needed to sit down with a box of tissues.<\/p>\n

\"h<\/a><\/p>\n

Why did a haircut move me so much? I have no idea. Maybe I felt that babies don\u2019t get haircuts and clipping Hailey\u2019s meant that she is truly becoming a little girl. Forget the fact she talks and does somersaults; nope, haircuts clearly define who is a big kid and who isn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

\"h<\/a><\/p>\n

I stood and watched her sit still and savor her lollipop while the nice lady put a braid in her hair. My eyes watered and my heart swelled up with pride.<\/p>\n

Reminder, this was only a haircut<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\"h<\/a><\/p>\n

Before becoming a mom, I could only imagine the love you have for your child. Knowing my parents loved me fiercely, even through the teen years, told me it was a ridiculously strong love, but having the joy of raising Hailey, I realize it\u2019s indescribable.<\/p>\n

\"h<\/a><\/p>\n

During this haircut, it dawned on me that the true joy of parenthood may not be in the grand celebrations. Maybe it\u2019s not the day you meet them, but instead on the third night of no sleep at 2am and still being deliriously happy. Maybe it\u2019s not the elaborate 1st birthday party, but rather the first day they lean in to give you a giant, open mouthed, slobbery kiss on your cheek. Maybe it\u2019s not the first day of preschool, but rather the first time they get 1\/2 an inch taken off their hair length.<\/p>\n

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Or maybe it\u2019s not moments at all, but the journey. The elation you get as a parent watching the world\u2019s most perfect little person learn, grow and thrive and knowing that you get to be part of it. What a blessing.<\/p>\n

I soak in the moments the best I can, knowing they are fleeting. I\u2019m also learning I can\u2019t live life if I\u2019m reminiscing all the time, so I savor the moments and snap a few pictures then move on to the next adventure, like the bouncy castle.<\/p>\n

\"h<\/a><\/p>\n

Because sweet little girls braids aren\u2019t meant for sitting still. They\u2019re meant for living life, embracing static electricity and flailing about wildly.<\/p>\n

Have you ever had a small, seemingly insignificant moment, take you by surprise?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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