E starts kindergarten two weeks today. My baby girl is not a baby anymore.
M rolls over from his back to his tummy and back to his back, precocious, grinning as if to say, I won’t be a baby forever, either, Mama.
But she will be. She will be a baby forever. Two pounds, eight ounces and never an ounce more. A scrunched up newborn face. A swaddled bundle in my arms. A memory of a blue room, hushed, a rosebud mouth, and still hands clasped just so under a perfect chin.
The others grow and grow and grow and she is there, still, my forever baby.