tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259583.post111399883115291836..comments2023-10-02T08:28:55.797-07:00Comments on Life as a Writer, Or Something Close to It: What Happened to My BabiesCharlotte Dillonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07161152152453389466noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259583.post-1114043881276102982005-04-20T17:38:00.000-07:002005-04-20T17:38:00.000-07:00It's easy to outgrow me physically. I lack half a...It's easy to outgrow me physically. I lack half an inch being five feet tall. (Smile) But my daughter hasn't caught me yet. I still have about an inch on her. Poor thing, I think she is going to be as short as I am, maybe a hair shorter, bless her heart. (Smile) <BR/><BR/>But you are right. No matter how big or how old, you will always be your mom's baby.<BR/><BR/>My mother was 65 when she died, and I can remember her mother sitting beside her as the time grew short, stroking her hair, holding her hand. And no matter what the age was, I saw a mother comforting her baby.Charlotte Dillonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07161152152453389466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259583.post-1114017800653343012005-04-20T10:23:00.000-07:002005-04-20T10:23:00.000-07:00I assure mine, all the time, and to their utter em...I assure mine, all the time, and to their utter embarrassment, that they will always be my babies. They are outgrowing me physically. The oldest will be twelve this year, and she's almost as tall as I am. This is a constant source of amusement to her.<BR/>The baby will be ten. <BR/>I look back and realize that half their lives with me (in the same house) are gone. And it makes me a little melancholy. Some days more than others.<BR/>Yes, it's a mom thing. And something my three girls will understand when their time comes. <BR/>And then they'll have the opportunity to embarrass their own children.<BR/>Grins*Crystal*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06689150836320685611noreply@blogger.com