I had a Baby once

Now she is tall. She is going to university in the fall. She drives. She stays up later than I do. She wears my clothes, and looks better in them. I use to make her clothes. Still do, sometimes. She knows how to work my Mac better than I do. She built a car and was the driver for the race. She is funny. She is helpful and loving. I know she must go. I want her to go. I also want her to stay. I want to hear her squeaky little girl voice again. I want to brush her baby curls into pig tails, wrap the hair around my fingers and watch the banana curls bounce around her wee ears.