Biggest called me this week. She watched a documentary called The Last Tightrope Walker in Armenia.
Apparently after generations of this art it is down to one boy who must decide whether to continue. She said she was going to go to Armenia and join him and become one too so he wouldn't be the last one.
I said, Ok.
Littlest was bored and she went on the Army website and filled out their psychological /personality profile to see which jobs she would be best suited for. According to her profile, it told her she was best suited for Special Ops like the Rangers and Green Berets. Then it said woman couldn't enlist in these categories.
I don't know whether to be relieved or annoyed....
She drew this lovely picture of me.
I'm considering using it as my new profile picture.
What do you think ?
She promised to make fudge this weekend....
We overslept and were running late this morning so things were hectic. I drop Littlest off first at her bus stop first and then drop Middlest about a block from her school and let her walk the rest of the way because it takes longer if we get in the traffic and the exercise is good for her.
Mid climbs out mentioning she forgot her jacket. As I sit in the car, waiting for an opening to pull back out I take a moment to catch my breath and watch her walk down the sidewalk in the still gray, early light.
Tall and strong and womanly. She pulls her thick dark hair forward over one shoulder and begins to walk. She is wearing black skinny jeans, a lavender and gray plaid button up shirt, untucked, flopping about her hips and frayed purple plaid converse. Her green messenger bag slung across her back, banging at her hip. A long pipe of rolled up drawing paper swinging from her hand.
And for just a moment I get a pang in my chest. A tiny tightening much like I felt 15 years ago on the first day I dropped her miniature self off at preschool and watched the door close on her back.
As I turn away and begin to pull back out on the road I glance down and see.
The remains of a half eaten chewy granola bar resting on the console in my car......
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