On Wednesday, while I was brushing Pi's hair, I had a revelation of sorts. I guess its not actually a revelation, since its obvious to most people, but to me it was pretty big. It dawned on me that I wouldn't be brushing her hair forever. One day, and probably too soon for my taste, she'll be grabbing the brush from me and doing it by herself.
I know it shouldn't seem like such a big deal, but its something I take for granted...that she needs me. Even beyond just needing me, she still wants me to do things like this for her. I know she's growing up and that one day she'll go to college, move out, and maybe get married. I've been so busy preparing myself for the big things, that I neglected to realize all of the little things I'd miss too, like brushing her hair. Or hearing her sing America the Beautiful in the shower (really, she does this).
At 8, she's already wildly independent and there are some things she won't let me do for her anymore. She doesn't let me pick out her clothes or make a sandwich for her anymore (she says she makes it better than I do, lol). She doesn't cuddle with me nearly as much as she did when she was 5. Sigh, my baby is growing up.
To bring that point crashing home to me, she got her first phone call from a boy this week. A boy! On the phone! For her! Holy friggin cow.!! Pick me up off the floor someone. My husband repeatedly said he wasn't ready for this yet. Hello! Me either! Pi ran off to her room to have her conversation in private and then roller her eyes at me when I told her it was time to hang up over a half hour later. That boy called again the next day. This time, Pi locked herself in the bathroom, while I did my best to eavesdrop. All I could gather was a lot of giggling. After both calls ended, she was gushing and giggling and blushing. Lord, help me! I'm too young to have a kid with a crush.
This is a whole new stage for me to process. I'm not quite sure how to handle her growing up so fast without being an emotional, gushy mess. Is it too much to ask her if I can go to college with her?