I SUPPOSE...

I suppose at one point or another, a mother refuses to see her child as a growing being.  We prefer our children to stay little forever.  Today, I had that moment.  My daughter was having trouble closing her shorts. We struggled here and there and, well, bottom line is she couldn't button them.  And I couldn't understand why because she could just fit them a couple of weeks ago.  My brain could not process what was happening.  In my mind, she should be able to fit them until she's an adult because she is my little girl!  It took a minute to register that she is turning into a little lady right before my eyes.  As I watched her walk out, I noticed she has hips! HIPS! Who gave her permission to have hips at such a young age?  Where is my little girl?  My goodness, I thought I'd at least have until junior high before changes occurred.  No more are the days of my baby toothed chatter box.  Now I stare down big round mounds.  No more are the days  trying to save the hot water by showering with her baby brother.  She's a little lady now and needs her privacy.  All of the little prepubescent indicators are gone, but not forgotten.  Now I can look forward to lazy days indulging in chocolate while the men cater to our cravings.  WE CAN GROW FAT TOGETHER!  Ok, maybe not, but it sounds fun.  She will always be my little girl, but I have to accept the reality that she does in fact grow.