My 14-year-old daughter had a friend over to spend the night last weekend. Due to scheduling conflicts, the girl, a kindred spirit, is rarely available to get together, so it was a treat to have her with us. She came to the soccer game, excitedly cheering for the team.In an extraordinary and unexpected turn of events, my daughter, who usually plays defense, scored a goal! She hasn’t scored in years!I clapped and cheered and caught her eye. She grinned at me and we shared a moment. But only a moment—an instant, really.Because her eyes flicked away from mine as she scanned the row of folding chairs in search of the person she wanted to connect with more than her mom: her friend. She wanted to share the moment with her friend.I understand that it’s normal for her to pull away. It’s part of growing up. It’s “separation and individuation.”But it leaves me a little melancholy.When she was little, she’d get ready to swing high or prepare to jump over something, and she’d shout, “Look, Mom, look at me!”Did I look long every single time at the little brown-haired girl poised at the top of the yellow slide or climbing up the branches of a tree? Sometimes I got tired. I’d look and seem interested, but was I connected, or disengaged?“Watch me, Mama!” she would cry out.I’m sure I looked up when she called and watched her perform each small feat, but did I soak it in? Because the time has come when it doesn’t matter quite as much that I’m there to see her accomplish something or perform a feat. The time has come when the little brown-haired girl is now a brown-haired young lady who no longer calls out “Watch me, Mama!”Look long, moms. When your wee ones want your full attention, look long at them and take it all in.