The light

Dear Olivia Marie,
 
Can you see it?
 
It's there in the distance.
 
It's a little closer today than it was yesterday.
 
It's the light at the end of the tunnel.
 
You see for a little over two years now, you have demanded requested my presence for every.single.thing you've done. This has involved me following you, carrying you, piggybacking you, sitting with you, playing with you for two solid years. You are now able to cutely request that I "hold you me" or "show me mommy", which is preferable to the fussing sound you used to make. However, two years is a bit of a stretch for the constantness with which you have wanted me next to you.

But this morning.....

This morning you asked for water. I explained that your water cup was in your bedroom and that you should go get it. AND YOU DID. Without asking me to come with you! Without asking me to "show me mommy"! Without fussing because the light was off. Without asking me to assist in any form or fashion. You just looked at me, said "Ok, mommy", went into your room and brought your cup out and said "I found my water."

It's the littlest things that remind me that this uberdependant stage is passing and before I know it, you'll be far less interested in what I'm doing and far less interested in having me tag along with you.
When that day comes, I'm certain that I'll miss your little voice asking me to "come with me, mommy." I'm equally certain that I'll enjoy listening to you play by yourself in your room while I get ready for work in the morning, instead of asking you to please stop standing on my feet while I'm drying my hair.

That light is getting closer. But for now, I'll get back to enjoying the ride through the tunnel, even though some of the tiles are dirty. It really is a miraculous feat of engineering.

Love, Mommy