Zoë and I just finished painting our garden fence. It’s absolutely beautiful and it was a shame really we couldn’t toast to the completion of this epic event by opening a couple of beer. That day will come though. It’s fun to have a tween daughter who is getting savvier by the minute, with her eyes wide open and her mind clicking and churning away.
Whenever I get stuck on a task, she usually has a way to get me going again with either a pencil, hairpin or pocket knife. And even though we still cannot agree on the conjugation of ‘venir’ (in either French or Spanish) nor the war of succession, our mornings together are a lot of fun and usually, by the time we go pick up Julian or walk Freddie, we have made peace and moved beyond irregular verbs and the reign of Edward IV.
On our walks over to the Kindergarden, the trail leads us through fields and along a narrow path through the woods. The early morning light never fails to surprise us, the way it threads its way through tree tops to settle on brambles and bluebells. Usually Zoë is the first to notice, and her enthusiasm about the little wonders that surround us fill me with
pride and happiness.
Although I had always thought that raising a daughter would be not only a privilege, but also a true bonding experience, I have come to learn that it is all that and more.
It is a chance to see the world. Again.
1 comment:
This was absolutely beautiful; it's one of my favorite posts of all Womazzle's history. All your wit, wisdom, reflection, and perspective are wrapped up in this short and sweet piece.
Wunderbar!
By the way, there's a sandy-blonde, six-foot tall reason why your kids are turning out so amazingly! As you toot their horns, you tacitly toot your own, too, as you should!
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