Thursday, July 28, 2011

Becoming A Big Girl

 I watch her lean body, taller now than only a couple months ago, 
her face thinner and more defined, not a trace of baby left in it.

"I'll read you a story," she says to her brother.
And she does, less haltingly than even a few weeks ago.

She's always had strong opinions,
but she's more confident now in her desires,
and better able to articulate them.

When I ask about soccer this fall, she tells me no --
it was fun last year, but she'd rather do gymnastics.

She loves art and math and science (especially if it's about animals)
and she's memorized more facts about dinosaurs than I've ever known.

She tells me no more Dora stuff, and not so much Princess stuff, either.
Tinker Bell is okay sometimes, and Barbie is still good.

She knows our favorite colors and foods
She asks if my sunburn is feeling better,
and says "I'm so glad" when I say yes.

 I watch her and wonder exactly when it was that she moved out of the baby/preschool/little girl realm and into the world of big girls.

I can't pinpoint when it happened. I only know it has.







This post was inspired by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop 
prompt: "A moment when you realized your child was growing up."


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