My oldest child turned 9 today. Nine! Wasn't she in preschool just last year?That means she was born in nineteen ninety-nine. My mother pointed out to her that this is her last year of single digits. I pointed out that it would be a very, very long time until she hit triple digits. She wrinkled her nose and said she wasn't sure she wanted to live that long. We lit nine candles on her angel food cake and sang "Happy Birthday" in the high key of nine-year-old girls. They played in the backyard, she and her friends. Who taught her to throw a frisbee? I was impressed.
Nine is not a little girl. It is not a tween, nor a young lady, just yet. It's more child than lady, yet more knowledgeable than a child. It's all cart-wheels and fairies and puns and climbing trees. It's real math homework and finding books you can't put down and games of backyard hide-and-seek. It's discovering that there's both unfairness and generosity in the world and writing to pen-pals and field trips to the state capitol.
Eight is great. And nine? Well, nine is... living life to the nines.
6 comments:
Maren! What a beautiful daughter you have!...and family! Christine shared with me your blog. It's so fun to "catch up" with you. Looks like life has treated you well over the last 16 years or so...has it been that long?! Do you still have contact with Rachel P.? I would love to "catch up" with her, too. All the best!
I was telling her on the phone tonight that for some reason I always felt older when I was turning an odd-numbered age. And 9 is very old. I love 9.
She seems tall for nine! I thought she was older- maybe it's the ever pensive expression that she wears whenever I see her. Again, delighted to see a picture of her living it up :) Time does fly!
Wow, Maren, that sweet nine year old is precious. Reminds me of another little nine year old I once knew.
I cannot believe that she is nine. She looks as great as ever. Time goes way too fast.
To me she is just wonderful at whatever age she is at.
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