Time with Super Girl

“Today I spent time with Super Girl.  She’s almost as tall as me.”

If I were to write a poem...those would be the first two lines because, today, I spent time with my Super Girl.

Lately…beautifully, I catch glimpses of the person she’s becoming.

It’s causing bittersweet reflections.  It’s making me wish I wrote poetry or song lyrics or something wonderful enough for her, but I don’t hold out much hope.

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Recently, they’ve been studying a Sensitive Science Subject (Triple-S for short) at school and, amazingly, we’ve had fun talking over what they’ve learned.  Yes...I have to admit I’ve always been fascinated by biology topics.

Today, particularly, we traded “Eews” and “Oohs” on the matter, and I asked if she had any questions, or if she brought up any in class.  She shrugged her shoulders (so matter of fact) and said she didn’t feel the need but let me know they had a question jar or something in case anyone felt too shy to risk a laughing classroom.

“Did the class laugh at anyone?” I inquired.  She answered in the positive, and our conversation continued on from there.

As we were talking, I paused to admire her pragmatism and, moreover, to think over this new phase we’re beginning where the discussion of more serious subjects like Triple-Ss cause no clam ups, blank stares or shrugging shoulders.

I find I need input from her, my quiet girl, more than ever.

I’ll continue to give her input (I must), but I’m beginning to catch glimpses of a time in the far distant far away when my Super Girl will need less and less from me.

Then she’ll be my Super Woman.

I wonder if by then...I’ll be able to write her a worthy poem.

I’m guessing not, but maybe we’ll sit down and laugh about singing to Seabird together in the car…over and over, making up “Lexie Meets the Queen” stories, debating the merits of bangs, filling up shoeboxes and discussing Triple-Ss.

The future looks bright.

 

 The future looks super.

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Author's Note:  Yesterday was the day and it was a good one.

Oh!  If you were wondering why we were filling shoeboxes....well, here's your answer:http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/OCC/

Think it over.  You might have fun filling shoeboxes, too.

Comments

[Laura]

Thanks, Marie. It's true...They grow so fast. Thank you for being such a supportive Nana and Mother-in-law.

[Marie]

Children grow up so quickly, so enjoy each phase with E. You are a great Mom to her. It is not always easy raising children, but they are the joy of your life. This was very sweetly written. Marie

[Super Bluebonnet]

Laura, I had told Susan about your blog and she thought you might like to have a book since it contains so many memories. I'm not sure this is the same website - she didn't have a name. If she remembers one then I'll let you know.

[Laura]

Thanks, Suzy! You give me hope. :)

[Ms.Suzy]

I suspect that an opportunity to read, someday, how deeply she moves you will be like poetry to your Super Girl.

[Laura]

Oh! Interesting site. Thanks for the information AND the compliment. :)

[Super Bluebonnet]

Sweet post. By the way, my friend Susan recently recommended a product (or website?) called Book Your Blog - or something like that. Maybe this is it? http://www.blurb.com/landing_pages/blogbook?ce=google_blog_make&gclid=CK6dkL7Rj6UCFZRe7Aod3xmPMg