Monday, December 27, 2010


There is this honeymoon of motherhood, when the child is around 4 to 7 years old, when they are sweet and everything is perfect.  They love you.  They even like you.  They are soft and sweet and want to hug you all the time.  They are kind, positive, encouraging, friendly, helpful.  Alas, my last little baby will be seven in only three days.  I can feel her warmth slipping away.

I am sure she will still love me, and of course I will always think of her as that same soft, precious thing.  But like new baby smell, when it is gone, it is gone.

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