For you parents of daughters, see if you have experienced anything like this. My 11 year old, Meredith, walked into the room last night and looked like a young lady. It was not her clothing or hair or anything on the surface. Rather it was a dignified poise that gave her a certain air of maturity. And in my mind, for a moment, she was all grown up. Then she turn around, bumped into the door jam and fell on the floor.
We laughed together, and my brief premonition was gone. And thank God. I'm not ready for her to grow up, just yet.