September 29, 2008


My oldest daughter turned six over the weekend. How did that happen?

In some ways things haven't changed very much. She was a spitfire as a baby and she's grown into a very dramatic child, often costumed and also often getting into trouble for punching a sibling who angers her. She can almost simultaneously be the most lovely and delightful child, helping cook in the kitchen, telling me about a story she's read or caring for a sibling and also the most annoying, aggravating kid.

I find myself completely baffled by her sometimes and at other times I think she may be the most like me. Maybe that's why she baffles me.

She certainly looks the most like me, although as much as I wanted glasses as a kid, I never got them. For her they have made a world of difference. Before she got them, she never drew anything, her ability to read went backwards and we were both frustrated. After glasses, a whole new world opened up. Now I have a hard time prying her away from books, she draws lovely pictures and she's writing as well as most of the other first graders I know.

Even though she still has the, ahem, lively personality she's always had and a sometimes interesting perspective on the truth (her first famous bout of trying to blame someone else for her misdeeds came before age 2, when she claimed the dog had taken a bite out of each apple), I marvel at the chance to be around someone so fascinating.

Whatever she does that may at times drive me completely insane, and my husband can attest to the fact that more than anyone else she does make me crazy, she's also the child which when I think about I just have to say, "Wow! What a kid." I worry more about her and pray more about her. If she just uses her powers for good, the bad guys better watch out!


Six! I can't believe it. Hope she had a fabulous day.

Posted by: Meredith at September 29, 2008 09:18 PM

My four y.o. has a "lively" personality as well - higher highs and lower lows. I wouldn't trade her for anything, though her hard-headedness can be a challenge. I continue to pray for God to bless me with a good memory of her and the other kidlets so I'll have something to enjoy in about fifteen years. I know I won't have the strength to chase after grandkids!

Posted by: Marc V at September 29, 2008 09:38 PM

One of the funniest episodes I remember is when she could not yet aspirate "h" but had learned the word "hassle". And she liked to apply it -- as a verb? an adjective? who knows? -- to her brother and mother and father. This was entertaining in itself, but you also had people working around the house at the time, well within earshot. Very recently this incident came up in connubial conversation. It seemed oddly on point and, four years or so on, still cracks us up :)

Posted by: Patricia Tryon at September 30, 2008 04:33 PM

Me: P, who took a bite out of every apple in the bowl you knocked off the table and broke this morning? Did you do it? P: No. Me: Did your brother do it? P: (giggling) No. Me: Did the dog do it?!?! P: "HOBBES nibbow appow!"

Hobbes nibbled the apples, indeed. She is so fun.

Posted by: Frazier at October 1, 2008 10:23 AM

Happy, happy birthday to little miss P! Maybe the reason I never got my girl was that I couldn't handle having a mirror (even one with a lovely name!)...

Posted by: Lenise at October 1, 2008 01:59 PM