Losing my -my

It's a stark moment of realization that time is fleeting even when you are in and aware of the moment when time is blowing by you like a Mary Poppins-esque gust of wind.

Elli has stopped calling me mommy and just calls me mom. I'm not sure exactly when or why, but I noticed it two days ago. I thought maybe she just did it once to abbreviate my name, but I took note that all day it was only "mom".

A piece of me is excited. She's growing up. A piece of me is sad. She's growing up.