I remeber once when I was looking at a photo album with my mom when I was about 12yrs old, she said "I sure miss that little cutie pie", referring to a picture of me when I was a toddler. I was puzzled at the time because I was sitting right there. She explained that life is a progression where the infant becomes the toddler, the toddler becomes a preschooler, then elementary school age, teen years, young adults, middle age and elderly. She had already lost the infant, toddler, preschooler and was about to lose the elementary schooler.
I totally get it now and have experienced it with my own kids. My first bundle of joy is now 9yrs old. That little infant is long gone. I get glimpses of him every once in a while but the chubby little feet are no longer there. The toothless smile was lost long ago. That baby was reborn, and reborn and reborn again.
I look back at the baby pictures with joy but also a little sorrow. They will never be like that again. It is just like death and rebirth as something new. The infant is a different creature than the toddler, and the toddler is different from the potty trained, vocabulary endowed preschooler. And noone can deny that teens are a far different creature than anything else ![](//web.stardock.net/images/smiles/themes/digicons/Wink.png)
We are obviously the same person as we were at birth but we are different forms of that person along the way. Someone who knew everything about you as a preschooler might not recognize or know you at all as a teen. I find it a joyful, sad, exciting process.