Laura Grace is...
fun
exhausting
sassy
precocious
outgoing
emotional
talks enough for all of us
confident
thinks she knows everything
sweet
tender hearted
affectionate
giving
always drawing me pictures and bringing me flowers
Having a daughter is hard work. And I am saying this as my son is sitting on the dining room table flying his airplane around. I need to clean Lucky Charms off the kitchen floor because he dumped half the box, he broke his piggy bank this morning-sending nearly 100 dollars in pennies flying everywhere-and he spilled the milk all over the newly mopped kitchen floor.
Somehow, Laura Grace still beats that.
I love our conversations. She is a deep thinker who is ALWAYS thinking. She often hits me with whammies that come out of nowhere. A month ago we were sitting in the car and suddenly she asked...
"What is divorce? Why do some people who were married not live together anymore? What happens to their children? Why does so and so not have a daddy? Where is he? How do babies come out? Does it hurt? Why do you go to a hospital?"
All in one breath she asked me about single parenting, divorce, and birth.
I suggested we go to Mcdonalds for lunch in order to distract her and it worked. Cowardice? You bet. Next time I am hoping I am more prepared!
Yesterday, we were working on phonics homework and I kept making silly mistakes. She looked at me with a pitying expression and said, "Poor Mommy! Your brain just isn't working like it used to! Ever since you got pregnant, you have been kind of silly!"
Sigh.
Today, she was playing mermaids. She has a mermaid costume with a hot pink tail and sparkly fins. I walked in her bedroom and she said, "Mommy? Do you think people would like a mermaid with a pink tail?"
I said, "Sure!"
Laura Grace shook her head, a sad expression on her face, "No, I don't think they would. I think Ariel has gotten people used to the whole green tailed mermaid thing. She is bad about that."
Oh. I see.
She then looked up and said, "Can I marry someone with brown skin one day? You said that God makes everyone different but different is good. Soooo, if it is good it is okay, right? Anthony asked me to marry him but he has brown skin and Maggie said that girls with white skin can't marry boys with brown skin because our daddies would be angry."
I told her that God has someone special for her to marry and we wouldn't worry about skin color until she got much, much older. She nodded wisely, "Yeah. One day when I am as old as you and tired it probably won't matter."
I can't get a break around here. HA!