November 9, 2009
The Price of Discovery
I went on a date with my five year old daughter. When I announced what we were doing that night, she ran screaming into the living room to tell her sister that it was her date night. She was so excited, in fact, that she had absolutely no objections when I suggested that she go change out of her too small summer dress and into something warmer. If you know this girl, you know this is no small thing.
She was proud of herself. She earned this dinner by reading every day for a month. And when she came home from school with the certificate for a free kids meal from Sizzler she couldn't wait for her chance to go redeem it. We tested her patience for a little over a month while I psyched up my taste buds to eat at Sizzler. (It won't be that bad, it won't be that bad. . .)
So, we went. And we waited in line. And waited. And waited. And waited. And to her credit, she took it well. I did not do so well as she. Initially, I thought it would be such a great opportunity to spend some quality time with her. Talk. Give her attention that she doesn't get in the chaos that is our house. But she wasn't really in the mood for talking. She wanted to look out the window and watch the people around her.
So we finally sit down, get our food and eat. (And it was that bad.) By this point it is pushing 8:00 and I am ready to head out. And Tayleigh decides that she wants to talk. So I let her.
I learned that her best friend has changed. I learned what her favorite game at recess is. I learned that she has a great imagination. I learned that she looks just like the baby when she drinks through a straw. I learned what her favorite toy was at school. I learned that she prefers being off track to going to school. I learned that my emotional, high strung daughter is a curious little sweetheart who likes to make others laugh. I'm pretty sure that such discoveries were worth the agonies I put my taste buds, and later on my stomach through.
Sent out into the void by Rachel Ward at 8:36 AM