She starting shaving her legs this year and it seems that coming of age and privilege also led her into closer relationship with me. It probably has more to do with our move to a new city, far away from everyone we have known and loved, than any pink trimmed razor blade.
I find a partner in the kitchen now, she makes a lot of wacky mistakes and I sometimes get frustrated, but we are learning to work side by side. She’s eleven now, a few years away from the time when we will begin to clash, 2 women in one household trying to rule the roost. For now, we cook together, shop together, plan together and run this large household, small business, church, homeschool – together.
We spend more than we should at the grocery store today and there is a conspiratorial gleam and a silent look when Tony asks where we went. Another look again, when he asks how it went. 🙂 These silly womanly secrets bond us together and bring commonality.
I wondered as we cooked together tonight, if we would have these times if she was going to traditional school, involved in sports and outside activities. Of course, there are things she is missing by being here too. You can’t live all lives, you can only live the one you have. And that, to the glory of God.
For today: I treasure the moments being women together, this is a sweet season.