And so it begins

It's already happening. Miss C is making friends and pulling away from embarrassing old mom. Not friends her age, but older friends. We have two precious neighbors who are about 8 years old. And Miss C adores them. Worships them. Emulates them. They do headstands and cartwheels, she does a somersault. They ride Razor scooters, we now own a Radio Flyer version, pink with flowers. If Miss C takes a tumble in front of them she tells me, "No Mama!! Don't help me!" mortified that I might kiss her boo-boo. Crossing the street she will shake off my hand. That one broke my heart. Friday night they actually rang the doorbell and asked if Miss C could come out and play. It really is a blessing to have such gracious girls who will humor her and let her tag along. If only Miss C knew how badly her Mama wanted to tag along with her.