Nine and Growing

So my baby turned nine today and requested a ‘sophisticated’ birthday dinner instead of Chuck E. Cheese. When I asked what she had in mind, she said - and I quote - ‘Maybe sushi? The kind with the fancy fish?’ WHO IS THIS CHILD?

Nine and Growing

I’m sitting here watching her navigate chopsticks with the determination of someone solving world hunger, and I’m having feelings. Big feelings. When did she stop wanting princess parties and start asking for salmon rolls? When did my little girl who used to refuse anything that wasn’t chicken nuggets suddenly develop a palate?

The chopstick struggle is real

Marcus keeps reminding me she’s still the same kid who collects rocks and talks to our neighbor’s cat through the fence, but I see these flashes of the person she’s becoming and it’s equal parts thrilling and terrifying. She’s growing up right in front of us and I’m not ready but also so proud I could burst.

Nine years old and asking for wasabi. I need wine.