The other day I was sitting watching TV with my daughter when she decided to get up and jump off the chair.
In the process of getting down, she dug her tiny little elbow into my hip, which had me letting out a little yelp and an "ouch."
Quickly recognizing she had hurt me, my daughter apologized, which went a little like this; "sorry mommy, but you know you hurt me too sometimes."
My husband and I both began to laugh. It wasn't just the way that she said it, or the tone that she used, but the package as a whole.
She turned, looked me in the eye and said "sorry," then she began to walk away and with a look over her shoulder said the rest.
It was like talking to a teenager not a two-and-a-half- year-old.
I wish I could say these moments of toddler maturity were far and few between, but it seems everyday my baby is growing up and there is nothing I can do to stop her.
Last week we finally made the transition from crib to big girl bed.
I personally was OK with her staying in her crib for as long as possible, but with many of her friends having been in their big kid beds for quite sometime now, my husband and I decided it was time to make the move.
You would think this would be a scary thing for a child. Knowing you no longer have your crib bars holding you safely in place, being so high up off the ground and knowing at any moment, with the wrong move you could fall quickly and hard to the floor.
However, that was not the case. I guess those fears are mine and mine alone.
My daughter on the other hand was thrilled to see her new bed when she walked in the door.
"Wow mom it's beautiful," she said as she ran to jump up on it.
Sitting so proud on her new bed, she proceeded to say "thank you, thank you, this is wonderful." Again I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.
Yes it is custom to say thank you when you receive a gift, however at two-and-a-half, saying it in a clear-as-day, perfectly formed sentence, that is pretty good, not to mention while sitting up on a big girl bed.
Nonetheless, that night when bedtime rolled around, my daughter was more than happy to be tucked in tight, and I mean tight.
We talked for a moment, ensuring she was OK with being in this bed that made her look so tiny and of course she was all good, while I was crying inside.
After a few moments of us going back and fourth, my daughter told me she had to go to sleep, yes, she told me.
So I turned on her nightlight, said sweet dreams and left the room.
As I looked back at her snuggled up to her bunny, I couldn't help but think about the first time she slept in that room by herself.
That day is forever embedded in my brain.
I think I checked on her about 100 times that night and would probably do the same thing again this night.
Watching your kids grow is bitter-sweet.
Yes you want them to become independent individuals, but at the same time you wish they could stay babies forever.
I love my cuddles, my hand being held and knowing my children need me and yes I know in one way or another they will always need me, but it is hard transitioning from one stage to the next.
Oh well, I still have my son, my poor, overly cuddled son - he can stay in his crib forever.
Lyndsay McCready can be reached at 306-691-1263 or follow her on Twitter @Newsielou