Walking

My baby Deacon...

I always say I don't want him to grow up so fast and I don't want him to start walking yet, and stuff like that... 

But today a lady at the pool was like, why? Don't you want him to progress and grow? 

And I almost said no..

 Because I want him to be my tiny baby forever. I just can't wrap my head around the fact that he's learned so much in these short nine months. I get teary eyed just thinking about the fact that almost a year ago he was born, yet it seems like I blinked and he's 9 months! 

I do want him to grow and learn, I want him to take those first important steps and walk, I want him to say his first little words, I want him to help me bake cookies, I want him to make big and little decisions by himself, I want him to be baptized. I want him to have his first little crush.

I want him to graduate.

I want him to choose to serve a mission. 

I want him to find the girl of his dreams and take her to the temple. 

I want him to progress and grow everyday. I want him to feel confident in his power to choose, and grow and become who he wants to be. 

I guess I have to stop trying to control his progression, I should just help him be everything he wants to be and more. 

At 9 months, for Deacon, it's helping him and encouraging him when he wants to walk, I guess. :) 

I'm learning. The Lord put me here on earth and let me grow, tested me and put me through the refiners fire so I will someday be a grown up in so many ways like He is. 

That's what my job as a parent is. To help Deacon grow and learn. Let him make his own decisions and then love him no matter what they are. So that someday when he's all grown up, he will want to be a parent like Heavenly Father is to me. 

Oh this life is wonderful, and this plan is perfect.