I not a baby; I a big girl

These are the words I hear almost daily from my child. She just turned three yesterday, and she is the most strong-willed person I have ever encountered. She will not let me help her do anything - tie her shoes, put on her clothes, walk up and down stairs, you name it. I really miss the days that I could hold her hand without a fight, rock her to sleep, feed her mushy baby food and play games that only involved putting my hands in front of my face. If I feel this horrible when she's three, what am I going to do when she is thirteen? Ok. Just the thought makes me put my hands to my face and scream that Home Alone scream from back in the day...