I often think about growing old. Madeleine and I even joke about how I was meant to be a grandmother. Maybe that's why these books about time passing and aging always hit me in my chest (I'm looking at you Roxaboxen and Someday). So of course I love this book in that heart-clenching way.
Norma Farber
illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman 1979
There's more to an old, old woman than what appears. There's all that she's been before. Before and after, both.
And only barely recalling the youngster who long, long ago was me with never a hint of a fear of falling.