Yesterday I noticed how big my big girl has gotten recently. You know how puppies – the little 2 month old puppies you bring home – have short little stubby legs and round little bellies and soft, short little faces? And then a few months later, before the adult dog emerges, they become sort of juvenile puppies, with oddly long legs and huge paws and longer, more defined faces.
Carrie has hit that stage. She seems to have grown overnight, into impossibly long legs and really big feet, and something about her face has changed – her nose? the shape of her eyes? – to look older. Suddenly it seems appropriate for her to be watching Arthur and Electric Company instead of Sesame Street and Dora.
They grow up too fast. It’s such a cliché, but it’s true. Much too fast.