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She's scowling as she stalkes down the hallway towards me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Tsk, sigh. "Have you seen my red jacket that zips up?"

"No, did you look in the coat closet?"

"No."

After she found it there I wouldn't say she was all smiles, but at least she wasn't scowling.


 

Where have they gone, those days when I was not so much of an annoyance but an integral part of your life? Was it just mere months ago that you wanted my opinion before making clothing purchases, even if you were shopping with friends? Was it this year that you sought me out to tell me about your day? Are you really taller than me already? Weren't you just up to my waist weeks ago or was it truly that many years ago? Was it yesterday or was it an eternity ago that you were barely larger than a five pound bag of flour? I was so in awe of your tiny fingers and toes. So afraid that you'd break if I held you too tight and yet unable to let go sometimes.

I'm letting go a little more each day.

I see you loving being young and free and yet sometimes hating being a teen with all the drama that accompanies it and all the hormones that ebb and swell within you. I see you building your own little world. An ever expanding sphere that slowly pushes me from the center and out to the periphery where I patiently wait, arms wide open, watching. Sometimes bewildered at the emptyness in my outstretched hands, sometimes rewarded in those cherished moments when you're still my little girl who needs a hug from "Mommy."
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