the thought that my daughter would be anything other than a smaller, younger version of myself just never dawned on me.
even during my pregnancy, long before i really knew she was a she i assumed that she would be me. just 28 years later.
and i should have known, right from the start – with her small body, dainty little head and button nose, her long, lean starfish fingers that there was a chance she could be her own person, not her mother at all. (gasp). (for those of you who don’t know me or didn’t when i was small young, i was 10 lbs 6oz at birth and more closely resembled a line backer four month old than a just days old.)
i don’t remember myself as a newborn, a crawling infant or a toddling one year old. but i have pictures and the many memories of friends and family and suffice it to say, this little lady is for sure her own unique individual. and i’m quite sure, from what i can tell, just about the opposite of everything i was. except for the brown eyes. and maybe the nose, hard to tell yet.
she has developed from a smiley, easy-going mama’s babe into a confident, funny, and wildly clever toddler. she is goofy. she is sweet. she is hell on wheels.
if you call her name while she is walking away from you, her lips will form the biggest, slyest grin imaginable and she will run like hell. straight into the road, a neighbor’s pool, a pack of hungry wolves…doesn’t really matter.
last week i gave her my (usually up and out of the way) iphone to play with when an important call came in on the house phone and i couldn’t quite get her and her accompanying hurricane to slow or hush. it was locked. within 12 seconds she had pushed the center button and slid the “slide to unlock” section exactly as intended.
within 30 seconds she had sent an email to a group called “co-workers” which is, ah, funny because i left that job several weeks ago (i’m sure they’re now assuming life as a stay at home mom is going swimmingly) and had purchased the free trial of fruit ninja i had installed. awesome.
which reminds me of the interesting chinese folklore my mom brought back from a trip to asia – after showing her korean business partners a photo of her grand daughter one of them remarked, “ohhhh clever girl”. and to answer my mom’s quizzical expression, “the tops of her ears are higher than her eyebrows. sign of clever girl”. why, yes. yes, she is.
so today, as i guide her away from oncoming traffic, push her “unner dog” in her tree swing and lead her to time out after the longest one…….two…….threeeee i can muster i am reminded of her passion, the zest for life she carries on her sleeve.
to all those parents of wild ones out there, we are lucky. really lucky. and also really, really, on the verge of loosing it; perhaps even more than most.
here’s to embracing the wild spirit within, helping to channel and encourage whenever possible and keeping large quantities of alcohol handy at all times.
oh, and in celebration of surviving 38 of the last 41 days as a solo parent (with the exception of help from my totally rad friends and family) i have to post this video.
it was taken on a random week-day night last week. post bath time. for daddy.
it’s not overly funny, or cute. it’s not my kid dancing to a beyonce video or laughing uncontrollably for some obscure reason. it’s just a very normal day in our lives which to me, takes the cake on anything YouTube’s most viewed can dish out.
carpe diem, folks.























