My eldest daughter grows up
At 13 years of age, my eldest daughter can still surprise me.She’s at an age where hormones are raging, and she can swing from moody and spiteful to sweet and loving (and back again!) in minutes.
I still tend to regard her as my little girl. My first born who blew me away by coming into my life and being so fragile that she became my everything. It’s hard to believe that was 13 years ago. This weekend. she asked if she could make dinner for us all. Nothing overly fancy or complex, but dinner for five nonetheless. She’s made pizza from scratch at school in the past and wanted to have the autonomy to do it at home. It’s not the healthiest dinner in the world, but I agreed. She collated what ingredients she needed, tallied up what was missing and what we, therefore, had to buy from the shops. When dinnertime came, she made everything from scratch. The pizza base was scone-based, and within thirty minutes or so she had prepared, made and cooked pizzas for everyone. ￼
I know it’s a fairly simple meal, but the confidence she showed in doing it blew me away. Not only that but the pizza was possibly the best homemade pizza I have ever tasted! Sometimes I miss the fact that my kids aren’t babies or toddlers any more. But also, sometimes it’s quite nice to see them grow and show their independence.