pop goes the weasel

Our usual routine consists of me driving M to school (daycare) and dropping her off. When we got out of the car yesterday I reached down to hold out my hand and M says No Mom, I don't need to hold your hand anymore. I a big girl.

Whoa, M, what's with this Mom stuff. I am Mommy. Or Mama. I'm just not ready for Mom yet, it makes you sound too grown up. (coming from the woman who actually considered just having her call me Jen when the whole gig started).

I told you Mom, I a big girl now. Cackling wildly and seeming strangely taller all in one moment.

And oooof goes my heart.