MIssing

Quick, somebody help me! My baby is missing!

Seriously!

That soft baby smell, that freshly baked loaf of warm mushy person, right dow to her toes...
MISSING!

That precious grin from ear to ear that lit up a room and crinkled those pillowy cheeks...
MISSING!

The hugs, and snuggles, the silky blanket wrapped around tiny fingers grasping the textures with one pudgy hand and my neck with the other...
MISSING

And in it's place is left
a squirmy
indecisive
LOUD
whiny
little GIRL
who has learned that
she has an opinion
and isn't afraid to
use it
and that
no
is a real word
with power
that she
can also use.

And if you try to tell me that this is indeed the same person...she has just come out of her chrysalis and has molted from babydom...that this is my angel, my easy baby, my pride and joy...this is really it...
Then I will say:
take it back
I want a
refund. Or a big bottle of wine.