Today she decided that it was more important to win than to have fun. Her goal is in her mind and she is attacking it. No more stopping to pick a daisy. No more "pretty things" in her pockets. And she asked me to push her a little harder.
When did my little girl grow up? Where was I? Did I miss it all?
It springs on you suddenly. Your child is no longer an object you direct but a being that isn't ready to go it alone and your role is more as an advisor or councilor than dictator. Your input is no longer gospel, but more the unsolicited advise of a distant relative.
And if you blinked you missed it. The butterfly has left and is soaring away on the breeze.
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