Tonight is Taco Tuesday at the elementary school. It’s a big fundraiser for the school, and the kids take advantage of the increased traffic to show off art work and other projects. They really put themselves into it.
With that said, Liv has been working hard to make these woven, rubber band bracelets to sell.
I had just finished up an hour on the treadmill, and was sitting in the big chair in the living room, untying my shoes, when I glanced up at Liv. She had been dutifully making bracelets on the couch for longer than I had been on the treadmill. She was surrounded by tiny colored bands, working her loom.
The look on her face as she toiled, somehow filtered by the lamp light, took me back to her chubby little face and determination as a 3-year old Liv would sit and play with her dolls and stuffed animals. Only now she’s shedding the little girl look in favor of a more teenage face. Her former need for help is slowly being replaced by a fierce independence and need to “do it on her own.”
Apparently, I was staring in slack-jawed amazement at how much she’s grown, and all-encompassed love for who she IS. I got caught. She suddenly looked up from her work and asked,
“Why are you looking at me like that?” What? I responded.
“Why are you looking at me with that funny look on your face?”
I’m just untying my laces, and happened to look up at you. Beyond that, I can’t help it if I’m funny looking!
We both giggled, and for her, the moment was over. For me, I sat and basked in the glow of love for my little girl, who’s turning into an amazing young lady right before my eyes.