These are my memories. My tender infant, be-cheeked baby, wide-eyed toddler and precocious little girl. Those days, are like tiny treasures wrapped in soft cloth. If only, I had thought to put them in a bottle. I could pour them into now and experience it all over again. 
First day of kindergarten, this little girl runs up to my daughter and hugs her. "I am so glad you're here!" she says. I thought, who is this little sprig of a person so happy to see my child? She still runs up and hugs my daughter, but now they are starting middle school. I wondered, then, how my baby would develop through the years of grade school. It is like yesterday, on the other side of the world.
As we sat and laughed at her school carnival last night, I thought about these things. How we, she, is taking another step towards her future. Where will she be in the next three years? When yet another step is before her? She is ready, excited and scared. No more are the days filled with questions of the outer workings of the world, "Why do the birds sing Mama?", but now the inner ones of her own, "Did you wear a B cup when you were ten Mom?". 
I still see her on the playground with pigtails and arms stretched wide. "Take my picture Mama!" Reality is a little different. She has gone from a camera hog to "Get that camera out of my face Mom!" Most of the time she humors me, providing I promise not to display it on the world wide web.
Ahem...
I made no such promise.
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