Always be my baby...

As a person who is on edge majority of the time, I tend to worry about EVERYTHING. I know I should put it all in God's hands, but it is just so hard. I worry about the kids ALL the time. Wonder what time they woke up, have they ate, did they brush their teeth this morning, has Kenzie been fussy, etc. One person shouldn't worry as much as I do. This is something I continuously work on. My biggest fear is my daughter's future. As Kenzie gets older she will inch further and further away from me. She will need me a little less and less as time goes on. I understand this because as stated in my previous post I am helping raise my nieces. Just because I understand doesn't mean I accept it.  My fear for her developed the day she was born. Look at the world we live in. Kids are having kids and it is a normal thing, children are killing each other, everything has went up in price, and college expenses I don't even want to discuss. It scares me to raise a child in a world that is just.....well cruel. I have many hopes and dreams and aspirations for her. I want her to be confident, strong willed, independent and smart. I believe this is fostered by good parenting. I am by no means a perfect mom. I mess up quite a bit but I feel being a mother is trial and error. Every child is different and requires different parenting techniques. However, I feel I have been a good mom. My daughter is my life. Her needs, wants, etc are always before mine. The way it should be. I sat in the floor on Sunday trying to get my daughter to crawl struggling with everything in my mind. Then there she went. Crawled across the living room floor like no ones business. I felt elated because I got to see it. I felt accomplished because I have been working with her to crawl. I felt sad because she is growing up. Pretty soon she will be furniture cruising, walking, and then we will be getting ready for school. I know kids grow up and life goes on. She may be growing up but I still rock her to sleep. I still sing to her even though she stares at me bc my voice is horrible. I still call her my baby. Because that is one thing that will not change. She will always be my baby no matter how old.....