I have to brag a little bit. Because my 12 year old daughter is so wonderful, so kind, and so generous and loving, that sometimes I wonder that I had a hand in raising her.
She is just a good person.
When she was about 8, we got a whiff of what we thought were the pre-teen years, with the eye rolling, the whatevers, but it passed, good lord, it passed. And on Friday, as she and I were dancing in the kitchen, I had a very strong desire to stop time, to preserve the moment, but also to extend it.
Please, I asked her. Please tell me that we will do this all the time, and next year too and the year after that.
She laughed. Of course, she told me. We can dance whenever you want.
And I love her commitment to it and her belief that she will always be the girl who wants to hang out with her mom, but I know that’s not how things work.
It’s just that sometimes kids don’t want to spend time with their parents anymore, I tell her. Because kids start to think that their parents are odd or stupid.
Oh, yeah, she said. I totally think you’re completely ridiculous but you’re my mom and I love you.
I’ll take it.
One year ago ...
- A Line in the Sand - 2010