Getting a little comfort after a booboo.
So ... today, my first baby turns 21. The age I ALWAYS mentioned when she would make some request I was about to deny ...
"MAYBE WHEN YOU'RE 21 YOUNG LADY, BUT RIGHT NOW, YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!"
Mostly she did do as I said, except where I was wrong. As a result she's turned out pretty amazing.
We (okay, her Mom) do get credit for her basic training in how to be a decent human being though.
Her training started immediately as I recall ...
Katie's nanny, Ranger the best dog ever, was a good teacher. Here she's having a lesson in manners and the importance of waiting until it's YOUR turn to chew the stacky rings.
That is a life lesson necessary for the success of any decent civilization.
Kate's nanny was also her first sibling and modeled all the best attributes of the role ... love, play, protection, comfort, drooling ...
We introduced her to fish and fishing early in her larval stages. This was especially easy to do at the time, as I was the resident law enforcement Ranger at Fort Matanzas National Monument and the ocean was 50 feet from our doorstep.
Her Mom taught her the importance of clean living ...and was successful even with me as one of the parental role models.
When the time came to be a big sister, Katie stepped up and assumed the role in spades. Of course, she knew how to be a good sibling, because Ranger had modeled that behavior for her.
We did have to retrain her a little when she would bark at Emma, but she was a quick learner.
The ancient parent lament, "The time went by too fast", is so true. I would not trade a single second of the time I've spent with Katie or her siblings.
(Did y'all's monitor go all blurry just then? 'Cause I'm having trouble seein' mine right now...)
I don't quite understand why she would spend 21 years training ME to be a Dad and then grow up all of a suddenlike.
It seems inefficient somehow.
I do have this ... If 50 is the new 40, and 40 is the new 30, then you know what that makes 31?
That's right Katie ...