career change for Z
Oct. 31st, 2006 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iamomIt's odd, how little I post in here about my daughter, Zoë. She's four and a half years old now, and in two weeks or less (ack!) she'll be a new sister to her new baby brother (we think). She's a huge part of my life, obviously. But I don't devote much attention to writing about her. (I think that's because she's a perfect being of light. Words cannot express, and so on.)
It should be obvious whenever I mention her how much I love her, of course. Plus, there's always the shrine. Anyway, she and I had a fun morning together after breakfast today when I spotted her for several forward rolls, and then she followed up with three perfect ones in a row, all by herself. Moments like that, when I see pure, unadulterated joy and pleasure on her face at having conquered a feat all by herself, are The Thing.
Just lately she has recanted on a previous decision, steadfastly held since the age of 3, that she would become a doctor like her mama, work with her at the hospital, and go for lunch with her every day. Now she has decided that she wants to be a model: someone whose only job it is to wear nice clothes and look beautiful. When I told her she would be amazing at that job, she smiled brightly at me in response.
It should be obvious whenever I mention her how much I love her, of course. Plus, there's always the shrine. Anyway, she and I had a fun morning together after breakfast today when I spotted her for several forward rolls, and then she followed up with three perfect ones in a row, all by herself. Moments like that, when I see pure, unadulterated joy and pleasure on her face at having conquered a feat all by herself, are The Thing.
Just lately she has recanted on a previous decision, steadfastly held since the age of 3, that she would become a doctor like her mama, work with her at the hospital, and go for lunch with her every day. Now she has decided that she wants to be a model: someone whose only job it is to wear nice clothes and look beautiful. When I told her she would be amazing at that job, she smiled brightly at me in response.
