I woke up this morning and almost immediately went into a chest-clenching panic attack. I was thinking about The Girl’s birthday and what we are doing for her. I was taking a mental inventory of the things she’s been asking for over the last few months, compiling a gift list. And then it hit me: the little girl I’ve been writing about since she was three is about to turn seven.

There, I just had another one.

It’s a curious sensation. I’m not sure exactly why I feel this way, but I think the crux of it is that I can see the beginnings of a fundamental change in our relationship on the horizon. Although she’s changed a lot since she was born, the one constant is that she’s always depended on us for everything—and now, at seven, I can see that very soon the number of years ahead of us when that will be true will be fewer than those behind us.

Of course, I couldn’t be prouder. And I’m not above giving myself a pat on the back for a job well done. But I’m also hopelessly sentimental.

In other news, Gymkata is now available on Netflix. The promise of the internet has finally been fulfilled.

Comments

1. pete on 2007-02-03 23:23:32 wrote: i dont want to think about this. haha. i gotta enjoy my 2 and 4 year olds before the grow up and don’t need me anymore. :D

2. fyngyrz on 2007-07-16 10:21:15 wrote: Gymkata? Oy. I actually (looks around, figures no one will read this but perhaps the blog author) uh, own it. I apologize for owning it. I didn’t know. I’m a martial artist and I thought it sounded interesting. I was marketed, ok? I really didn’t know how bad it was. Now I know. I won’t watch it again, I swear. Don’t tell anyone. Please.