Individual. Funny. Empathic.
All the things I value highly in a child and my daughter has them all. I can remember (and it doesn’t feel like very long ago, but in reality it is about 5 years ago) her getting so upset and having me whisper retorts for her to use in the ‘pun wars’ the older kids would have with my husband because she wanted to join in but wasn’t old enough to come up with the jokes.
Its hard to believe now. She has become the most amazingly funny and quirky individual who has had us in stitches all weekend.
Our fabulous (and quite young compared to us at only 24) friend came to visit last weekend and Ash spent quite a lot of time with her splashing in the ocean on rainy days and failing miserably at navigation and trying on her clothes. Well, scarves really. All of them. And mine. All of them. At the same time.
Me (laughing and leaning in to kiss her): “I love you”
Ash: “I love you too”
Me: “You’re so weird”
Ash: (looks down, looks back up, looks down forlorn) “Its my feet, isn’t it?”
Whole room erupts in laughter. It couldn’t be the 12 scarves she was wearing at once making her look like a snowman dressed by small children, must definitely be the perfectly normal feet…