little j and I have had quite a bit of mother-daughter time with Big J out of town this last week. Yesterday when I walked her over to her friend's house to go to school I felt incredibly sad that I wouldn't see her. It's sort of inexplicable since we were together all weekend and that leads to some serious stubbornness from both of us, which then leads to arguments, to tears, but ultimately ends in laughs, hugs and tickles.
Today is Valentine's Day, but we won't be celebrating since I teach until 7 and she is at the barn until about the same time. Instead we will celebrate tomorrow with a dinner out and simple handmade cards.
I came across this poem this afternoon and it nearly brought me to tears thinking about the little girl, so dependent, so fiercely loving, who is starting to test the waters of independence and refuses to hold my hand as we walk into school.
A Little Tooth
by Thomas Lux
Your baby grows a tooth, then two, and four, and five, then she wants some meat directly from the bone. It's all over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet talker on his way to jail. And you, your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue nothing. You did, you loved, your feet are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.