Fitting in

Almost everyday with kids brings a "first" of some sort. Today it was "the first time I found a child sobbing under her bed." I remember when I, too, could fit under a bed. More importantly, a time when I could get back out after hiding under a bed. I also remember when the bath towel covered my whole body. I remember when I could fit on my mother's lap, in the clothes hamper, and a kitchen cupboard.