My daughters have reached an age where small children are adorable to them. Half forgotten, softened by time are the memories of playground slights, birthday invitations never received and tears over spelling lists. Instead they are able to look back with fondness at days of play,of having time to play and the joy of playing with toys that now can’t hold their interest. They are knee-deep in the struggle with keeping grades high, college plans and the drama the teen years hold. Childhood now seems to them a thing of simplicity, humor and cuteness. They can’t recall their frustration at not being able to reach doorknobs, or see what is on counters, it has all drifted into the hazy past of their memories. They are entering that stage of life where their childhood surroundings seem to be shrinking as the call of the outside world grows and their view widens. It is a time of great excitement and hesitation as they really grasp that it all will change forever whatever course they choose. Standing still is not an option as time presses them forward, yet the desire to pause it all momentarily…to just breathe feels like it must be obeyed if they could just figure out how to do it.