Sweet Trinity
Last night, while noshing on broccoli and water chestnuts for dinner, I glanced at my daughter, Trinity, and caught her staring at me. She wasn’t just day-dreaming staring at me, that blank stare where a person is really seeing PAST you. No, she was staring AT me, in a way that kept me wiping my face with my napkin, and adjusting my clothing.
When this paranoid response didn’t fix whatever it was that had her attention, I asked, “Why are you staring at me?”
“I keep staring at you because you’re so beautiful.”
Trinity just turned six. She is a big girl now, doing her own hair, dancing with boys at wedding receptions, and cleaning the bathroom every morning (almost) before school. But I guess she’s not yet old enough to see Mommy’s physical flaws. Yesterday was a rare day when I didn’t apply foundation, so my uneven skin tones were shining in all their red, blotchy glory. And still my mommy-beauty mezmerized my daughter, the real beauty.
I keep expecting my kids to get over me some time soon. I figure at any point they won’t want me around their friends, or they’ll become aware of my ever-changing figure, or get embarressed when I dance like a dork for their entertainment. So far, they are still in love with their mother.
How long will this last? At what age will it change? Somebody, let me know, so I can milk it while I can.
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January 8th, 2006 @ 9:37 am
How long will it last? In all probability, it’ll go away in four or five years, and than come back soon after she moves away from home. You just won’t hear it very often then.
January 9th, 2006 @ 7:23 am
Noell,
Just remember that she will love you even when she doesn’t act like it. I didn’t start being embarrassed by my mother until I was in High School - but I was a late bloomer. Even then, a few years later I was proud of my mom and loved her weird quirks. She is my best friend and I still look up to her as Trinity will for you. What you should be milking is her sweetness, because we can be very mean and jealous of beautiful mothers like you when we get older! =)
Good Luck!
–Ann