I love my daughter

I love my daughter, I love my daughter. I have to love my daughter.

I really do. We are speaking of the youngest. She is funny, cheerful and normally a pleasure to have around. Remember that we skipped over the pink hair, the trashy room and the occasional tears to focus on the really good things. She, along with her next two older sibs head back to school tomorrow.

As the designated Ogre in the family, Mean Mom made them pack up their stuff today. We survived the screams about whose turn it is at the washer and dryer. The suitcase falling closed to smash an ear, and the excavating of the backpacks. I just kept smiling (they don’t like it when you smile) and hunting for the missing textbooks.

This is the youngest, colourful would you not say?


Look closer.


Closer still.


DO YOU SEE WHAT SHE HAS IN HER HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Her school backpack was the one she took to China. She has not had it opened since she exiting China Air Flight 931 from Beijing to Frankfurt.

She heard me upset for the first week after we got home about losing things on the plane. I have never in my life before lost anything a plane (well, we don’t count cross-stitch needles) much less left things behind. And said nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I am really sure that she wasn’t thinking about anything at all. She is 14, and it is vacation. All her effort goes to sleeping, computer, and avoiding household tasks.

She walks upstairs and says, “Did you want your knitting and MP3 player back from the trip?”

She is still alive.


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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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7 Responses to I love my daughter

  1. amanda j says:

    They just don’t get it.

    My child has pink hair too at the moment! Parallels!!

  2. She’s gone back to school by now, right? They all have. And, once you’ve got rid of that official, have-to-feel-it anguish, you’re FREE, FREE (a bit anyway!)

    Oh I am so glad you got that knitting back. At last. It would tear me to shreds to lose a WIP.

  3. Becca says:

    Here I was thinking you’ve been so busy you haven’t blogged in a few weeks. Apparently Bloglines was holding your posts hostage! Anyway, the pink hair is kind of cute, from a “I’m not her mother” perspective. I laughed at the photo progression, getting closer and closer to what she was holding! So glad you have gotten your knitting back.

    I’ve got the Faye Kellerman on my shelf waiting for me to finish “The Spellman Files”. I’ve had almost nothing decent to read for a few weeks and now all of the things I had on hold at the library have come in at once.

  4. colin says:

    Oh dear! (re your daughter.)

  5. Stacy says:

    Oh, my! Well, at least you got the knitting back, and your daughter’s still breathing. 🙂

  6. Monika says:

    Thanks for making me laugh! That was a hilarious story! I’m glad you got your socks back! ;o)

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