Sometimes I forget how little she still is. The way she stretches her arms, how she holds her head high when she walks into school, it all makes her look older than nine. And yet, this week, as I watched her say goodbye to third grade, I saw everything at once. The baby I rocked to sleep, the toddler who danced in pajamas, and now this growing girl, eyes full of questions and joy. Seeing her move on to fourth grade felt like time tugged gently at my chest, reminding me that the days don’t stop for anyone.
Lately I find myself thinking more about the small victories behind her smile. She struggled with long division. She got nervous during class plays. She learned to say sorry even when she didn’t feel like it. And I was there, quietly in the background, packing snacks, fixing uniforms, nodding through endless homework sessions. I never asked for medals. But seeing her walk out of that classroom, holding her final report card with pride, was everything. That moment was ours, even if no one else noticed it. I felt like I had won something too, a quiet win that only a mother would recognize.
Evenings before her promotion were filled with countdowns and excitement. She talked nonstop about next year, about new notebooks and a new teacher and maybe switching to ponytails instead of braids. I nodded, laughed, encouraged. But inside, I held the ache only parents know. That ache of watching them grow out of phases, of never getting certain moments back. It doesn’t hurt in a sad way. It’s just full. Full of love. Full of memory. Full of how fast it all moves when you’re paying attention. Sometimes I linger outside her door at night, listening to her breathing slow, wondering how many more nights she’ll still ask for one more story.
Kindness is the thing she carries without even trying. She shared crayons with classmates who had none. She told me I looked tired and kissed my cheek. She cheered for her friends when they won. She reminded me that love is shown in small ways, quietly, without needing to be seen. That’s something she taught me, not the other way around. And every time I watched her give without thinking, I felt proud in the kind of way that has no words. Just warmth. And I kept learning from her, in how she forgives, in how she starts over, and how she always returns to joy like it's a place she was born in.
Moments like these make me pause. This wasn’t just her school year. It was mine too. I grew alongside her. I worried. I learned to let go of control. I learned to listen better. And I learned that every goodbye to a grade is a quiet hello to a new version of both of us. As we folded up her old notebooks and put away the third grade memories, I smiled. She’s moving forward. And I am too. A fourth grader now. And still my little girl. And no matter how many grades she climbs, part of me will always see her as the girl who needed both hands to zip up her jacket. That version lives in me, permanent and untouchable.
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You captured what it really feels like to watch your child grow. It's not just her journey, it's yours too. The little moments really are the biggest ones.
Us, parents, we are climbing that mountain also, you know? It is an absolute privilege to be with them every afternoon after elementary school helping them with their class work and watching them (as witness) how their cleverness evolves. You had described perfectly "it's a journey". Thank you for stopping by, friend 💛
So true! 😍 Being part of their everyday learning is such a special gift. We grow them, one step at a time. As a parents we gets tiring sometimes but when we see them learn and grow our effort and hard work paid off.
It's our duty, of course, but it is also an honour.
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WoW this publicación is fantastic. The photographys is very good
Oh thank you, @karlex77 🫶🏽
que lindo todo, bendiciones!
Gracias por pasarte y comentar, @yasmarit 🍃
How touching! Indeed, changes hit hard but of course, we need to keep up. It's just a reminder that the little angel we rocked to sleep before is growing and continuously becoming more amazing than before. The way you describe it, your not-so-little princess is a kind-hearted angel, the way she helps others - her classmates when they didn't have something such crayons, etc. It's just a proof that you did well as a mom. Congrats to that!
Thanks for sharing with us your story of unconditional love, realization, and learning. Mothering is always a work in progress. May you always enjoy the parenthood journey.
I try my absolute best every day. As a mom, what I really want from her is that she know how to act and decide, whenever if I am around or not. Gosh, I thank you so much for those words. Kind and warm.
That's teaching her to be independent, soon she will be facing challenges with or without you, she needs to be strong. That's a good training. You're doing well, mommy.
Thank you, love! It's a lonely assignment, you know? Where we came from not many appreciate the need of being independent and make good decisions... But thank you, love.