But I'm not ready

None of my children have rolled over for the first time until about 4.5 months old.

Saturday, I placed Vivian on her tummy on a blanket on the floor.  She immediately proceeded to roll over onto her back.  Vivian won't be four months old for another week and a half.  So, I chalked it up to a fluke.

Well, then she did it again in front of our friends the next day.  Mmmmk.  I guess she can roll front to back.  She hasn't done it since, so I thought no more of it.

This morning, I walked in to find Vivian face down in her swing with her legs hanging over the end fast asleep.  Did you freak the freak out?!  Lil bit.  I scooped her up awakening her.  She smiled her perfect smile.  I took her over to the couch and laid her down to change her diaper.  She rolled over from her back to her stomach.

Mmmmk, I guess this is really happening.

I text all of the people who watch her and told them that under no circumstances is she to be left in any device without being strapped down, and she is certainly not to be left on furniture unattended.

And now I sit here and want to cry.  Ok, fine, I'm crying.

It's starting.  Her transition from helpless infant to mobile baby has begun.  

But I'm not ready.  I'm not ready for her to gain her independence and not need me anymore.  I'm not ready for her to sit up and roll over and crawl and walk and run and talk and head off to find her own way in the world.  I'm absolutely not ready.

Unfortunately for me, it does not matter whether I'm ready or not.  It's happening, and I have to find my  peace with my last baby starting the journey toward becoming her own amazing little person.

And so it begins.