letting go

I thought I had more time for her to be a little girl, but alas, my six year old daughter sat me down this morning to let me know what was on her mind:

"Mom, now that I'm getting bigger and I'm growing up more, I think it's time for me to start picking out my own clothes in the morning."

My immediate thought was: But what if she doesn't match?!!?!? GASP! 

But really, what's a mother to do? I mean, I could hardly argue with her logic. 

My response: (whining)
"Can I tell you if something looks weird together?"

Ky: (very seriously and sternly)
"No."


*Honestly, I knew I was living on borrowed time, I should have been letting her pick out her clothes long ago. But I LIKED dressing her! She's my little GIRL!