When we came back from running errands, there was a piece of paper tucked in the door. Our Princess grabbed it and read it out loud incredulously: “We’ve been invited to a Wine and Cheese Tasting?” She ended it as if asking a question and with a puzzled look on her face.
About the same time as her brother Cooter jumped up and yelled, “Cheese! Yes!!!!!” she said, “Well this is just AWKWARD.”
She’s not my little girl anymore.
Yesterday I sat next to her for quite some time, waiting. The wait never bothered her, and she said very little. Instead she sat there with her headphones stuck in her ears, listening to music on the old iPod her sister had lovingly passed down to her just the other day, already set up with her favorite songs and games.
The fact that music will only play through one speaker on this iPod never fazed her for a moment.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are now approaching the teenage years with this one. Please buckle up and get ready. She’ll be 13 in two and half years…..otherwise known as “before we know it.”
While she said very little, her eyes and smile said it all. She bobbed her head along to the music, sometimes mouthing words and occasionally showing me the album cover of the song she was listening to–Taylor Swift and Sabrina Carpenter are her two favorites if the number of times I saw their faces on her screen is any indication.
Tonight I’m thankful for the joy and awe I feel watching her become more vocal about her opinions. I cannot believe she’s reached that “I can’t hear you because I have my headphones in and I’m listening to this song that says PERFECTLY what I am feeling about life” phase. At least we’re not to the “The music understands, but you never will” stage. I’m not prepared for that one yet. If one ever can be.
There will be no cheese and wine tasting for us, but I am thankful for the glimpse of where my children are that the invitation gave us. I’ve got one who basically said, “You had me at cheese” and one who is entering the time of life when everything is embarrassing–especially parents.
As a matter of fact, I do recall her asking me not to sing and dance to my “jam” today.
And so it begins.
Love to all.