My Emma, Miss Maturity, is certainly one of the most intelligent
children I've ever met. She's growing so quickly. I simultaneously
adore big Emma and miss little Emma. It's hot here today, and on our way
to meeting, I was watching her little hand dance in the wind outside of her
rolled-down window. When I would put my hand out the window, she would reach around and grab it to hold in hers. As big as she looks and as mature as she seems, her
hands are still small and soft. They betray the age that her intellect
and stature try so hard to conceal. I love her hands. I am grateful to them
for that.
She said a couple of things today that made me smile, and also
helped me to remember that she's still just eight years old. She was laying on the
floor, with eight month old Cheeky on her stomach. She was trying to tell
me something. Every time she started talking, he started squeaking in an
adorable, obnoxiously loud manner. She'd stop and wait, only to start
again and have him start with her. After this happened a few times, I
laughed and said, "Cheeky baby, interrupter of conversations and
all things good." She replied, "Yeah, really! If you had
a jelly bean and were just about to eat it, he'd take it. " I love
this simply because it is a totally kid-framed analogy.
A little later, we were on a different subject altogether. She asked why
it was that kids these days are growing taller and entering puberty earlier.
I gave her my thoughts on the subject, and the conversation drifted to
puberty symptoms in general. She said, face scrunched disapprovingly,
"I'm not looking forward to the pubic hair part." I replied,
"I get that, but periods are definitely the least fun part of the whole
thing." Her response? "Yeah, but you have to deal with pubic hair ALL
the time. It's not like that comes and goes." Well, that is
truth. Although I am aware that the puberty train is rapidly approaching,
I'm thankful that we're not there yet. I'm not ready and neither is she. I will take puffy kid hands and
silly kid conversations over pubic hair any day. (Well, at least today.)
Miss Maturity being a kid. Photo courtesy of Aunt Duddie and Little Yellow Petey. |
Oh goodness. This made me remember her little baby self. She's growing up so fast. I love that girly!
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