Growing Up

It was my daughters birthday yesterday. Seven. Somehow I am saddened by this age. Three years till ten, six years untill thirteen, and nine untill sixteen. Growing up.
We had her party today as she had a dance festival yesterday, all day. Even her gifts seems so much older. Make-up, jewelery, a tatoo maker. Wow, what happened to dolls, and barbie.
She didn't need me today, her friends and her made their own fun. Somehow I feel with age comes distance and I am saddened by this. Perhaps that is why Mothers carry a heavy heart.