Growing
From my friend VelveteenCherry's journal:
I feel like writing big today. Today is TYPE BIG DAY. So whoever you are, if you have a journal, feel free to paste my directive to your next post, and then type big.
TODAY IS TYPE BIG DAY!
This might be a good post to let my font grow, because I'm writing about my daughter growing up. She's nine years old. It's a fascinating age.* She's such a little girl in some ways, such a woman in others. I suppose that will be true for the rest of her life.
When we were going over the list of things to pack for camp, we starting by taking note of everything we already had. "Do we have sanitary supplies?" she asked, when we got to that item on the list.
"Sanitary supplies?" I said. "Kelsey, you haven't had your period."
"Well, not yet," she said, her tone stating clearly that I was overlooking the obvious.
And a few weeks ago, she wanted to know if she could have a bra. I didn't think she needed one quite yet. Not long after, she asked, "Do you know if Mommy's breasts started developing at the same rate, or did one of them grow a little ahead of the other?"
If it's not obvious by now, let me make this clear: I'm finding some interesting challenges as I take on the huge task of being a single father raising a daughter.
It's a wonderful experience, though. I think it's making us closer than we ever could have been otherwise.
*Actually, every age is fascinating when my children are at it.
I feel like writing big today. Today is TYPE BIG DAY. So whoever you are, if you have a journal, feel free to paste my directive to your next post, and then type big.
TODAY IS TYPE BIG DAY!
This might be a good post to let my font grow, because I'm writing about my daughter growing up. She's nine years old. It's a fascinating age.* She's such a little girl in some ways, such a woman in others. I suppose that will be true for the rest of her life.
When we were going over the list of things to pack for camp, we starting by taking note of everything we already had. "Do we have sanitary supplies?" she asked, when we got to that item on the list.
"Sanitary supplies?" I said. "Kelsey, you haven't had your period."
"Well, not yet," she said, her tone stating clearly that I was overlooking the obvious.
And a few weeks ago, she wanted to know if she could have a bra. I didn't think she needed one quite yet. Not long after, she asked, "Do you know if Mommy's breasts started developing at the same rate, or did one of them grow a little ahead of the other?"
If it's not obvious by now, let me make this clear: I'm finding some interesting challenges as I take on the huge task of being a single father raising a daughter.
It's a wonderful experience, though. I think it's making us closer than we ever could have been otherwise.
*Actually, every age is fascinating when my children are at it.