my baby starts college tomorrow
I know, I keep saying that, but...
I can't quite wrap my brain around it. I don't know how to process it.
In my head, she'll always be four and no, I don't know *why* four, but that's the image I have of her, the most immediate and strong image. All these long, long blonde curls and blue eyes and loose teeth. She drew on everything and loved to wear layers and she wanted to be Jasmine from Aladdin. She had me read her "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" every night (EVERY night) and only wanted to eat eggs and hot dogs. She loved dinosaurs, her grampa, and going to the movies. She was a *happy* little girl. In my heart, that's my most-distilled Amanda. I mean, I remember the brand-new baby and the bitchy pre-teen and all the parts in between.
Now she's a grownup.
I don't know how to handle that.
Yet.
I can't quite wrap my brain around it. I don't know how to process it.
In my head, she'll always be four and no, I don't know *why* four, but that's the image I have of her, the most immediate and strong image. All these long, long blonde curls and blue eyes and loose teeth. She drew on everything and loved to wear layers and she wanted to be Jasmine from Aladdin. She had me read her "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" every night (EVERY night) and only wanted to eat eggs and hot dogs. She loved dinosaurs, her grampa, and going to the movies. She was a *happy* little girl. In my heart, that's my most-distilled Amanda. I mean, I remember the brand-new baby and the bitchy pre-teen and all the parts in between.
Now she's a grownup.
I don't know how to handle that.
Yet.
posted by Auntie Pooh @ 6:38 PM
3 Comments:
At 6:29 AM,
DarthVelma said…
Funnily enough she's about that age in my head too. But for me it's all distilled down into one moment that encapsulates "her" for me...standing in the grocery store after you told her "if you're good I'll get you candy when we leave" and her looking up at me with those big old eyes and asking "Aunt Barbara, do I have to BE good or do I just have to ACT good?"
You're gonna be fine. You did a fabulous job raising her and turning her into a grownup person.
At 3:18 PM,
Jean said…
Wow.
WOW.
She's fabulous and you're fabulous and you'll both be okay.
*hugs*
At 9:05 AM,
Moma Sue said…
She is always three to me. Maybe because of her Bday party
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