I think parenting advances to a whole new level when you remember when you were the same age as your kids are. (I do have some random memories of being really little, but they are super vague and I don't think I had a real sense of being a person yet.) Shoot, I start thinking, I better be a good mom, because my kids might remember this. All the sudden you realize that you are that old lady the kids call mom. And, maybe most significantly for me, I realize how fast my kids really are going to grow up. There are not that many years for kids to be kids.
Recently, Sophie has seemed older. Maybe it is because she is reading chapter books like crazy. Maybe it is those two loose teeth (that much to her dismay, didn't fall out while she ate an apple. I don't want to damper her excitement, but they are just barely loose. I bet it is a good month before they get loose enough to fall out.) Or maybe it is because she actually is getting older. Because kids do that, you know.
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