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Sweet Child O' Mine

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When my sweet child was still a baby child, we lived across the street from a park . . . and on the other side of the park was an elementary school.  My sweet child used to stand at the picture window in our living room every morning and watch (with great fascination) the school buses coming and going.

Erin 9 months copy

I used to look at that fuzzy little head and smooch those chubby baby cheeks and think it would be a million years before she'd leave me and go off to school in one of those buses.

And I wondered how I would bear it.

When the time came (much sooner than the million years I imagined), I did bear it.

And I just kept on bearing it, as that sweet child swirled farther and farther out into the world.

Her world.


She came home for a visit last week, my sweet child.  

So grown up.

So independent.

So . . . just where she ought to be -- living her own life . . . her own way!


Still.  She'll always be that . . . sweet child o' mine!