A conversation with my daughter
So last night I talked - for real - for the first time with my daughter. From what I can recollect - this is how it went:
M: Is there anything you want to ask me about?
E: Is there anything you want to ask ME about?
We then proceeded to talk about your school, your friends and what you like to do. But it was so matter of fact - it was so "frank" (sorry for the double entendre) that I found myself feeling like I wasn't talking to a little girl. I was talking to my friend.
Then the conversation shifted.
E: What was home like for you?
M: Do you like your home?
E: Yes. But what was home like for you and grandma and grandpa.
M: Well, Jim isn't my grandpa.
E: *confused look Who is?
M: Well he isn't really around any more.
E: Why?
M: Well he wasn't very nice? Do you think mommy and I are nice?
E: Yes
M: Well, my daddy WAS nice when I was young - he was nice to me - but he had problems.
And then we talked about what school was like
E:What was school like for you?
M: Well you learn a lot more than I did. We only went for half days in Kindergarten and I didn't know how to read or add or basically anything until first grade. Well... I should say I wasn't taught most of that until 1st grade. My parents taught me a lot of that.
E: I like that I can read.
M: I know you do. I love you. Good night.
And then today she said to me "Are we continuing our conversation from last night?" I'm so in love with her I can hardly stand it.
