I owe you a real entry, I do, but I can’t do it right now.
The party was awesome. When I get my pictures off the camera, perhaps I will post a few. The samurai sword cake cutting was particularly impressive. I feel so inadequate, now, cutting cake with a regular knife…
Did you know that I am up to walking about 6 miles in an hour and a half pretty regularly, now? Did you know that walking 6+ miles with an 8-year-old takes closer to 3 hours and is, for some reason, MUCH more exhausting?
Did you know that an 8-year-old who complains about being tired, and hot, and having aching feet, and not wanting to walk any further, will actually giggle and perk up when tasked with carrying a heavy backpack? (I suspect she may be part malamute.)
Did you know that the same little girl who had to be removed from the church service because she couldn’t get over the travesty of not being allowed to scribble in the attendance register could sail through the afternoon on the elation of receiving a free t-shirt and a commendation on her fundraising?
Did you know that 8 is not too old to let your mother draw you a bath, sit and talk with you, and wash your hair for you? Did you know that even though she’s hot and tired and sore, herself, there’s nothing she’d rather do?
Did you know that this morning I bowed my head in prayer not in reverence, but to hide tears of frustration and embarrassment that I’d been unable to deal with my child with more patience and efficacy? Did you know that this afternoon my eyes stung with tears again, but this time with pride?
Did you know that I may never understand her, but it’s always an adventure with this daughter of mine?