Tessa was looking at my kindergarten picture today, and had a glimpse of her own mortality, and mine. I had received a package in the mail a few weeks ago. My sister had found the dress, the dress she and I and our older sister had all worn for our kindergarten picture. We tried the dress on Tessa, and later I found the picture of me at about her age. We sat comparing it to the ones I had taken of her in the dress, and of Ellie wearing the replica I had made for her.
Tessa looked at the picture of her mama, a five year old, and her sister, looking like my five year old twin. Somehow, she made a leap far beyond her years, and realized that she, like me, would grow up someday.