I’m sitting with my coffee in a silent house feeling a bit nostalgic. I just sent my daughter to school looking more like a teenager than a little girl. All of a sudden, I don’t like that.
I’ve seen her in a silly animal hat so many days that I forget how quickly she’s growing up. It’s hard to tell the true age and maturity of a child with a red and gold chicken on her head, but this morning, while she ate her toast and drank her milk, I took the time to give her a top-knot with a bunch of little twisties and baby claw clips. The bangs I’m making her grow out because I can’t stand to cut them every two weeks fall into a very chic swath nearly covering one eye. Then she put on her glasses and it was over. It seemed she went from two to twenty in two seconds. Now I am in shock.
She already talks about boys following her around and poking her with pencils and I know I’ll be tempted to lock her in her room before too long…with FringeMan standing guard.
My mother put this up on facebook. I wish I knew the source. If anyone knows, please pass along the info and I will give that person/site appropriate credit.
Her Easter dress came in the mail yesterday. (See dress here , sweater here, and shoes here.) I’m thinking I’d better throw a bear hat on her head, even for Easter, because she’s the kind of kid that I want to keep a child forever.
My son grew up at two months old. My daughter is just beginning at ten and still, I’d like to slow her down. I suspect this is the plight of many a mom.
So for now, I’ll keep brainwashing her into thinking marriage is only for thirty year-olds and brothers always go on all dates with their sisters.