My youngest daughter Peachie has been dating a young man for over a year now. We like him. He has impeccable manners and treats Peachie very well. Yet we only really see him when he picks Peachie up, or before they retreat downstairs to watch a movie and/or do things I don’t want to know about. On Sunday they asked Martha and I if we would like to double date with them. Really, how cute is that?
And so we all went bowling together. Not really my sport. I don’t think I’ve ever broken 100 in my life. And my form must be terrible because I always seem to pull a muscle in my butt. I am still walking around with a limp. We laughed (mostly at me), we ate, we got goofy, we got to know bf much better. Really one of the best dates I've had.
Anyway, it was peculiar to see my daughter in a different role - girlfriend. They giggled together. They make inside jokes with each other. She beat him in one game and he congratulated her (a quality I definitely like to see in a male). When she wanted something, he took care of her. And vice versa. She had a knot in her shoe - she went to him. Wait a minute, hasn’t that always been my job?
More and more I experience these reminders that my daughters are growing away from me. Other people in their lives are taking care of their physical and emotional needs. It’s a very odd feeling to sit back and watch your child in a different role other than ‘your child’. I am reminded of a cross stitch piece I had done for her when she was a baby that said:
Dear Little One
I wish you two things,
To give you roots and
To give you wings.
She is definitely sprouting her wings. But I’m not sure I’m ready to see her fly away just yet.