Very, very well stated. Even though I do miss the early years kind of work sometimes. (I'll take diapers over eye rolling any day of the week.)
My "baby" seems to get taller and taller every day, and I sometimes find myself looking down at her sweet head and wondering what our relationship will be five years from now, ten years from now, twenty years from now . . . God willing.
I hope it's good. With all my heart, I hope it's good.
One of the biggest fears that I have is that we will echo the relationship that my mom and I had. It started and ended well, but it went terribly wrong in the middle - a very, very long middle. It wasn't her fault; it was mine. I pushed her away. She was only ever about love.
Unfortunately, my mom and I are different in a very significant way. She may have been an "older mom" for her time, but she still had 12 years on me. If my daughter follows in my footsteps, I won't last that long. Yikes.
Here's hoping the bean grows up to be nothing like me. (Except for the good stuff, that is.)