Written by Emily
I took this picture last year. My girl put on a fancy dress because it was sunny and a perfect day for spinning.
My eyes burn when I see this picture, her arm still soft with the memory of her baby body, her knuckles still dimpled. So much can happen in a year.
Her body stretched and grew taught, her legs straightened, her hair filled in at the temples. A little girl body replaced the baby one, and the rolls I so loved to kiss tightened and began to disappear. In the nighttime hush, I choke up at the loss of my baby but smile at the little girl she’s becoming: a metamorphosis of epic proportion.
I thought these were the changes only a mommy notices when the lights are low and nostalgia comes knocking. I thought she was too little still for her to see that her reflection had changed.
But then she wrapped herself in her karate belt and said, “Mommy, aren’t I skinny?”