My littlest girl got her first haircut today,from my middle daughter who want’s to be a hairdresser.
My biggest girl came over and made me a pie.
Ones growing up ,the others are growing away, blossoming.
The pain of separation from the ones we love.
The poignant moments, so fleeting.
How to permanently etch them in my memory?
Enjoy them as much as I can. Admire them for their independence Allow them to bloom and move into who they will be. Cultivated with love and room to grow. Weeded carefully,hopefully kindly, and mulched with warm hand made sweaters,wool socks and down comforters.