The thing about Pie is that she's only three right now. In ten years, she'll be thirteen, and while I thoroughly look forward to embarrassing her teenage self, I think it's only fair to do it on a level playing field. The possibility of some future person using something against her that I posted here doesn't seem right. Besides, my husband is afraid of creepy stalkers, so we've stuck to using a nickname and MS Paint drawings of her.
But, this was too cool to not post!
Ihra-Pie!
I was making dinner, when she ran into the kitchen waving this paper in my face. She's known how to spell her name (and a few other simple words) for a while, but lately she's really been interested in reading and writing and letters. So, for the past few weeks, we've really been working at it. I'd write things lightly in pencil, she'd trace them. She'd tirelessly ask about the letter magnets (which no longer stick to the fridge) as I did the dishes. We went through an entire pack of bath crayons this month.
And tonight, as I was slicing the meat for the fajitas, it apparently clicked. She picked up a blue crayon and wrote her name.
I didn't even want to be a parent. I knew any child of mine would be doomed based solely on the fact that I gave birth to it, and that's before considering that I'd be raising it, too! The facts that a tiny human being can write her name when she couldn't yesterday, and that I'm the one who taught her are things I can't wrap my mind around. I'm so insanely proud of both of us, and this is one of those few moments when I feel like maybe I'm not fucking it all up. Like, despite me, she may turn out okay. Maybe even because of me.
And, although I never thought I'd be this person, I'll admit it: I teared up a bit.
In other news, Happy Ides of March!
That's awesome!
ReplyDeleteWTG Pie!
ReplyDeleteThis is so great! I remember those proud moments with my two oldest finally getting the hang of writing their name. It's such a great feeling.
ReplyDeleteOn another note, how did the fajitas turn out? :)