Hey there. Last weekend, I was drawing with the kids. Well, actually with the girls. They drew something for me and I would do my interpretation of that drawing. I figured that it was a little something that they may remember many years from now. What I didn't realize at the time is that those years are flying by a little too quickly for my liking. My oldest daughter is 10. That is only a few years away from her quinceñera. For those of you not in the know, it's a party thrown on the 15th birthday of a young lady to usher her in to womanhood. Now... 15 does not make you a woman... but I guess the significance is that she is no longer a "child". It's the moment that fathers everywhere dread. It's the moment that you come to face the fact that daddy's little girl is growing up.
So why the revelation? It's this drawing. She drew herself and I did my version of her. My drawing gave me a glimpse of what she could become in a few short years. Well, I knew that it was coming. I've even joked with her and said that I will embarrass her as much as possible before she won't find me "funny" anymore. I've already declared that I will do the robot during our quinceñera dance. lmao! And I already see some of that luster come off. My jokes aren't as funny, my mannerisms aren't as witty, and, to her, they're coming off as embarrassing or stupid. It's ok, though. That's not going to stop me from trying. *sigh*
Where's that parent instruction manual? lol Later!