I discovered my son's first clearly legible sidewalk chalk drawing today and it suddenly dawned on me: when did our little fragile new born turn into a solid sturdy little boy? What happened to those involuntary small jerky movements he used to have? What happened to the hands he could barely control? What happened to the fingers that could barely grasp objects? I remember when he used to look at his hands in wonder. And now, I find his drawings of "E" all over the pavement. He can almost draw a straight line!