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Someone once asked me which childhood age was my favorite…when did I like my kids best? I thought about it and realized I love them all.
I love the amazing, indescribable look of pure trust in my baby’s eyes as our gazes lock while she nurses…the belly laugh of a toddler, those tiny fingers wrapped around just one of mine…the first-day-of-school jitters (mine, not hers) as she walks away from the safe nest we’ve created for her, into a big unknown world awash in possibility…birthday parties and piñatas…frightful sounds honking out of the next room as she learns to play sax and wonders, 3 months into it, if she’s ready for a jazz band…that smart-aleck look the day she realizes she’s as tall as…taller than, mom…her face beaming with pride at the awards ceremony…my baby, in cap and gown, marching across the stage…going off to college in the big city into a bigger unknown world awash in even great possibility …making her own way…amazing.
Where are you going, my little one, little one?
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you’re two; turn around and you’re four.
Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of the door.