My oldest child is 8 today. Which means the following is true about what she can do:
1. Read: Which means I can no longer write out lists of what to get the kids for Christmas.
2. Write: She leaves little notes around the house saying: “If you want to go ote with Dad, you can git somebody to wach us”
3. Be Embarrassed By Me: This is a new one, but I feel it coming toward me like a speeding train! The other day I was leaning over helping SuperBoy with something, with a hint of teenager in her tone, 8yo said, “Pull your shirt down, Mom”
4. Still Not Be Totally Embarrassed By Me: She still holds my hand when we’re walking together. I try to remember to memorize that!
5. Be Amazingly Good At Details: “Mom, back in 2002, when I was three years old, you promised that you would give me ice cream one night and you didn’t and now I am 8 and can we have ice cream?”
6. Grow: Wow, they shoot up like bamboo. Which is what her name means: Tender Green Shoot!
7. Believe What I Say: This one needs no explanation. It’s just cool.
8. Question Everything I Do: Why do you speed down this street? How come you turn up the radio when we get loud? How come you ate three pieces of candy today? How come her gift was bigger than mine? How come I have to eat this? Why can’t I eat that? When is it Thursday? When is it Sunday? Can I have this? Why don’t you like it when we say that word?
So, happy birthday 8 year old. You’re a lot of fun.