It as after her nap, and she was so sweet… and quiet… I had to ask…
Me: Lila, can I carry you?
Lila: [immediately responding] No, Mommy. I’m a big girl. I need to walk by myself. Ok?
This conversation will repeat itself both verbally, and in my heart, until she’s 75-years-old.
I’m always going to want to carry her. She’s always going to tell me she’s a big girl and she can do it on her own.