My mom wrote me a poem when I was nine years old, it hangs on my wall even now. It ends with the phrase "For after all, she is "only" nine." That was always the joke with my mom because I was the baby and she was always making excuses of why I didn't have to do certain things (which worked nicely for me) and at that time....I was only 9! Well, now my baby is "only" 9 and I can't even believe it. Now she will probably have a different story because she is the oldest and she has always been VERY capable of many things, so she probably wishes I would let her out of doing things because of her age:) I am so proud of her....she will always be MY baby!!!