Adia gots a brand new bag.
Yes this is one of those rare LJ moments when i post pictures of my soon to be fameous daughter Adia...
I bought her a imported Spaniard accoustic guitar for Christmas, today she learned her first Em chord and her first gypsy slide. It was awesome seeing her learn so fast. She says she wants to play like me but dance like Shakira.........ok.......good enough. I adore my daughter, the only girl in this whole world that hasnt hurt me.
It worries me to see her so much like me, she already does what i use to do when i was her age (5 yrs), I catch her sitting alone in a room "thinking about god and if hes real or not", or she describes what Soul Mates are after watching Disney movies:
HER: "Its not real its just make belief huh daddy? but its kinda the way it should be, soul mates are when God hits one angel on the head and slpits them into a boy and a girl angel and you have to always be yourself and dont lie....huh daddy? huh? daddy? huh?"
ME: Baby your scaring me...
I really dont talk to her about me, Im kinda ashamed to not be able to tell her that dreams come true so i stay quiet and just play. Usually I just listen to everything she has to say...she has a lot to say, sometimes typical "I want a pony" stuff and then she all of the suddens starts talking psychology or "why we do what we do" in her words: "You take pictures of very pretty girls, they are very pretty....I bet they let you take pictures of them because only you can see how pretty they are". Shes interesting and so calm, I just dont know what advice to give her anymore since tradition and dreams both are dead, I just let her do what she does, I of all understand why she sits alone in a room... thinking.
I wish i could tell you that dreams come true. But maybe youll finish what i started one day.
-Christian
I bought her a imported Spaniard accoustic guitar for Christmas, today she learned her first Em chord and her first gypsy slide. It was awesome seeing her learn so fast. She says she wants to play like me but dance like Shakira.........ok.......good enough. I adore my daughter, the only girl in this whole world that hasnt hurt me.
It worries me to see her so much like me, she already does what i use to do when i was her age (5 yrs), I catch her sitting alone in a room "thinking about god and if hes real or not", or she describes what Soul Mates are after watching Disney movies:
HER: "Its not real its just make belief huh daddy? but its kinda the way it should be, soul mates are when God hits one angel on the head and slpits them into a boy and a girl angel and you have to always be yourself and dont lie....huh daddy? huh? daddy? huh?"
ME: Baby your scaring me...
I really dont talk to her about me, Im kinda ashamed to not be able to tell her that dreams come true so i stay quiet and just play. Usually I just listen to everything she has to say...she has a lot to say, sometimes typical "I want a pony" stuff and then she all of the suddens starts talking psychology or "why we do what we do" in her words: "You take pictures of very pretty girls, they are very pretty....I bet they let you take pictures of them because only you can see how pretty they are". Shes interesting and so calm, I just dont know what advice to give her anymore since tradition and dreams both are dead, I just let her do what she does, I of all understand why she sits alone in a room... thinking.
I wish i could tell you that dreams come true. But maybe youll finish what i started one day.
-Christian