Saturday, February 11, 2006
It's been quite the week for my oldest princess...
On Wednesday night, she got her first "real" valentine.
From a boy.
And it included a bar of dark chocolate.
And did we mention that none of the other girls in the group got this type of valentine from this particular young man.
Sheesh, if it weren't for the fact that these two are ten and eleven and have been demonstrating a (very sweet and innocent) preference for one another for over a year now, I'd tell her to hang on to this one!
But I digress.
Tonight, her Daddy escorted her to a Father-Daughter sweetheart dance and presented her with her first grown-up corsage. Pink sweetheart roses with tiny pink blossoms, sprays of green, and black ribbon to match her dress.
Monday, she'll go and get her bands and her top brackets for her braces.
She's juggling soccer, yearbook, school, AWANA, nursery duties at church, music lessons, and trying to prepare for the regional spelling bee...and for the most part, she handles it all fairly well.
So well, that most days I forget that she's only ten...and other days I turn around after calling her name and expect the golden-curled cherub that she was to lisp "Yes, mama", instead of the leggy colt of a girl who can almost look me in the eye.
We're both in that "awkward age" right now. She's too old for dolls, but too young for lipstick, old enough to worry about her appearance, but young enough to still come home from school covered in the residue of art projects.
Me? I'm learning new steps of the ever-complicated mother-daughter tango each day; balancing my need to protect and shelter my baby with her need to ever-so-slowly stretch her wings. I know I can't do it alone...and I'm grateful I don't have to.
Father, thank you for loving my little one even more than her Daddy and I do. Help us to dance together, Father. When first valentines have faded, corsages have wilted, braces are off (and finally paid off!), may her love for You, and for Mommy and Daddy remain, the strings which tie her to us stretching as far as You would her go, but never breaking.
On Wednesday night, she got her first "real" valentine.
From a boy.
And it included a bar of dark chocolate.
And did we mention that none of the other girls in the group got this type of valentine from this particular young man.
Sheesh, if it weren't for the fact that these two are ten and eleven and have been demonstrating a (very sweet and innocent) preference for one another for over a year now, I'd tell her to hang on to this one!
But I digress.
Tonight, her Daddy escorted her to a Father-Daughter sweetheart dance and presented her with her first grown-up corsage. Pink sweetheart roses with tiny pink blossoms, sprays of green, and black ribbon to match her dress.
Monday, she'll go and get her bands and her top brackets for her braces.
She's juggling soccer, yearbook, school, AWANA, nursery duties at church, music lessons, and trying to prepare for the regional spelling bee...and for the most part, she handles it all fairly well.
So well, that most days I forget that she's only ten...and other days I turn around after calling her name and expect the golden-curled cherub that she was to lisp "Yes, mama", instead of the leggy colt of a girl who can almost look me in the eye.
We're both in that "awkward age" right now. She's too old for dolls, but too young for lipstick, old enough to worry about her appearance, but young enough to still come home from school covered in the residue of art projects.
Me? I'm learning new steps of the ever-complicated mother-daughter tango each day; balancing my need to protect and shelter my baby with her need to ever-so-slowly stretch her wings. I know I can't do it alone...and I'm grateful I don't have to.
Father, thank you for loving my little one even more than her Daddy and I do. Help us to dance together, Father. When first valentines have faded, corsages have wilted, braces are off (and finally paid off!), may her love for You, and for Mommy and Daddy remain, the strings which tie her to us stretching as far as You would her go, but never breaking.
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It's no easy dance to learn...Know that I am praying for all of you.
Ohhhhh.....this post is definately bittersweet.....I feel sometimes, like I'm facing this w/ my barely 3.5 yo dd! Please SLOW DOWN! ;o)
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