The goose is with in view of her 14th birthday. Our relationship is in a nice place. Hugging is a little awkward. I’m well past the point of being able to rest my head on her shoulder. Sometimes I’ll catch us in the mirror and think, who are those people? In the last year, our relationship has become far less adversarial. I wish I could say the same for her relationship with the bug, but maybe that will happen after she turns 14.
She is a music lover. Just like her parents. She enjoys female singer songwriters, but like every teen girl, crushes on the boy bands. For some reason, she took it upon herself to teach me the names of the one direction boys. Like all girls she has her favorite. He’s not quite the Ringo, but he in NO Paul.
She has had a long standing love affair with Florence and the Machine. Even to go as far as to take Florence as her name in French class. A couple of years ago, we started going on birthday adventures with the kids instead of elaborate parties. It has been a great way to share their special day with each kid alone.
The goose’s adventure is today. She has no idea what is happening. We usually play 20 questions on the way to the adventure. Even though I know she has probably figured it out before the 20th question, she still pretends not to know. Unlike her mother, the goose loves to be surprised. Surprises give me palpitations.
So don’t tell her, but today we are going to Philly to see Flo and her crew rock. Though it’s not the Japanese chin she’s been asking for for a year, she is gonna flip. Last night as I tucked her in, my sweet dreams sentiment was, “you are going to crap your pants”. I got the look. So I followed up with “in a good way.”
Good thing I’m not in advertising.