Everyday when I check my email I receive one that takes me back to a moment in time when I remebered life differently. It reminds me how quickly time passes by and how life changes you. This email had a poem, it was written for a mother that has a daughter. As I read this poem I remembered when I first read it, a little over seven years ago. The irony is, I received the message differently now then when I first read it. Below is the poem:

The Images of Mother
At 4 yrs. of age a daugher will think of her mom: My Mommy can do anything!
At 8 - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
At 12 - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
At 14 - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
At 16 - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
At 18 - That old woman? She's way out of date!
At 25 - Well, she might know a little bit about it!
At 35 - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
At 45 - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
At 65 yrs. of age a daugher will think of her mom: Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

Seven years ago I read this poem as a daughter, now that my daughter is eight I read this as a mother and my heart pounds with fear to think of what's to come when she is at the age from 12 to 18.