Small Talk


March 23rd, 2016

My daughter's going to be nine this summer. I've been a parent for the better part of a decade. Wow!

I remember when I was a child. I thought age ten was the age of enlightenment. I'm among the younger of most of my cousins and I so badly wanted to be big! Like them!

Esther, Colleen, me, Kung Kung, Chris, Andrew at HNL.

Esther, Colleen, me, Kung Kung, Chris, Andrew at HNL. I had cut my own bangs.

It just seemed like at age ten, the heavens would open up and I'd be miraculously allowed to eat candy, turn on the TV, and boss around littler people.

Like my cousins Colleen or Sharie.

Turning three.

Turning three.

I asked Olivia if she was excited to turn nine pretty soon. "Yes!" came the enthusiastic answer.

"Great! Why?" I asked.

I expected something along the lines of my rationale, which is, being closer to being a Big Girl.

Her reason: "Because I'll be that much closer to you buying me a cell phone."

Just as she said that we passed another family on their evening walk. The mom had a preschooler with her and she laughed at Olivia's remark.

"That's going to be you in a few years," I warned.

One Response to “Nine”

  1. M:

    Hello Diane,
    My daughter is going to be 29 next month. I feel very old.

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