Tonight, our family attended the church Christmas party. Our church is small, so only twenty-six people attended. My daughter was the youngest, and she ran the party.
My daughter likes to talk and move. She’s cute, so she gobbles up attention. During tonight’s ornament exchange, she played up her love for her ornament and drew the crowd’s admiration.
On the way home from work, I imagined her as a twelve-year-old. I wanted to tell her so many things. I just wanted to talk with her. I wondered if, at that point, she would still want to talk with me.
I have given her my sense of humor. How can I give her the awareness to appreciate that an entire room of retirement age grown-ups love her? It takes me awhile to appreciate that fact, and I’m forty. I can’t give her what I don’t have. I want my eyes and ears to be wide open.
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