One day she won't need me in the kitchen anymore

I like to spoon-feed my baby myself sometimes.

I know one day she’ll hold her own spoon, make her own meals, and probably not even need me standing in the kitchen anymore. I think that’s why I’m enjoying this phase while it’s still here.

I’ve seen a lot of modern parenting culture that pushes “faster milestones,” like teaching babies to eat on their own as early as possible, and honestly, I think it’s amazing. Babies really do learn so fast.

But life already moves fast enough already.

One minute I’m carrying a tiny baby in a baby carrier, the next minute she’s already running around the house, talking, asking for snacks every five minutes, and telling me, “It’s okay mummy, I can do it myself.”

Feeding her feels small and ordinary, but somehow it feels really sentimental to me.

Of course, there are times when I’m rushing, tired, overstimulated, or simply don’t want to be bothered. But whenever I can, I try to stop for a moment and slow things down. I try to enjoy it. I try to cherish it. I try to calm myself down and remind myself that all of this is temporary.

I suddenly remember my own mum spoon-feeding me when I was little. Back then I never thought much about it. But now that I’m older, now that I’m a mum myself cooking my own food, I finally understand why mums hold onto these little moments so much.

This is one of the little glitters I’ve been finding lately.

Not rushing every phase. Just slowing down enough to enjoy the tiny things before they become memories.

d.g✨