november 29
Today Emma was asking me about my grandfather who passed away about two years ago. She was curious to know how old she was when he died: "So was I like walking and talking? And I could carry around glasses?" It's funny to me how children mark time and milestones--walk? check. talk? check. carry fragile glassware around the house? check. But I think at the heart of it, she's just trying to remember if she remembers him.
When we were out running an errand today, Emma was sitting in the back of the car waxing eloquent about horses, horse care, who she knew that had horses....She sounded so grown up and so mature. We were having such an adult conversation about it all. Then, I looked back in the rearview mirror at her and her mouth had a crown of chocolate smears around it from the cookie she'd been snacking on. And I thought, "you're still just a little girl."















What a sweet post. I totally get it.
My daughter is now 25 and living out on her own. There are times she will call in a panic and we will just talk for a while. I get off the phone thinking....she still needs me.
Posted by: Mindy | November 29, 2007 at 12:56 PM
I feel the same way about my daughter. We can talk about such mature things and then I'm reminded how young she is. They are fabulous friends though aren't they.
Love the honey pot. How'd you do that? My honey comes from a plastic bear. I want a honey pot!
Posted by: Jade | November 29, 2007 at 01:10 PM
so sweet. :^) i wonder if we'll always be able to see the child inside.
Posted by: Lori | November 29, 2007 at 01:19 PM
I can really picture that. They are so tender aren't they.
Posted by: Allison | November 29, 2007 at 01:24 PM
it's that juxtaposition that i can't get enough of.
Posted by: emily | November 29, 2007 at 02:10 PM
Sounds so much like my girl. So very much.
Posted by: Grace | November 29, 2007 at 02:11 PM
did you make your bowl? it fits the grapefruit so perfectly (says the potter)
Posted by: melissa | November 29, 2007 at 02:44 PM
aren't you glad you wrote that down? those memories are the priceless ones.
Posted by: erin | November 30, 2007 at 06:25 AM
Oh, yes. That happens to us all the time. This morning it was expaining about dhobis in India doing laundry prompted by an NPR story. And then we get out of the car and she still wants to hold my hand. And everytime she grabs my hand I wonder if it is for the last time....
Fleeting...
Posted by: laeroport | November 30, 2007 at 09:09 AM
They do grow up so fast, but I love it when there are glimpses of the child in the big kid. Keeps a mumma's heart happy.
Posted by: tamara | November 30, 2007 at 10:51 AM
I have a Little House / horse lover also - my year old daughter! Just discovered your blog - what a lovely read!
Posted by: Kristin | December 01, 2007 at 12:05 PM
very sweet. teary eyes now(and a big smile). this is my first visit to your blog-i will be back!
Posted by: Chelsea D. | December 01, 2007 at 03:42 PM
Hello, I saw that you won the giveaway over at uncommongrace so I checked out your blog from there. If you'd like to drop by my blog, I'm having a giveaway too. I'd love to have you pop in ;o)
Posted by: Ram in the Thicket | December 01, 2007 at 07:05 PM
What a cute picture I have in my head of the car ride. It's sometimes hard to see your girls getting bigger. But it's nice to know they are growing up too. I know Nissa seems so much older now, the things she says and does. It's such an amazing thing!
Posted by: Carrie | December 05, 2007 at 07:20 AM
What a sweetheart :)
Posted by: felicia | December 06, 2007 at 01:02 PM
it's so nice to get those little reminders, isn't it? i wish i had a rearview mirror camera to capture moments like that!
Posted by: amber | December 06, 2007 at 03:18 PM