Work It, Dad!
with Avi Spivack
Hi, I'm Avi, and I try to put the work and the dad together, with mild success. This is all about trying to give you a view from what it looks like on the dad-man's side of the world, and I hope you find my ruminations humorous because I try not to take myself too seriously.
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When anyone asks me how old my daughter is, I usually say (with wry, sardonic wit, and a pinch of sarcasm):
“Six…teen.”
They look at me, confused, so I clarify.
“She is six, but she is going on sixteen.”
And it’s true.
Our rambunctious, monkey-like, silly, Ramona-Quimby-reading first-grader is just around the corner from being that sixteen year-old teenage daughter that will cause me to have double-bypass surgery in my early years. I just know it.
And still, I say all of this half-jokingly.
At least I DID, until last week, when innocence was lost. Tossed out the window, off the cliff, and is almost nearly and basically gone forever.
What happened was this:
At my rents’ home for dinner, we asked child to demonstrate some of the steps she learned in her amateur dance class.
She kicks off the routine, doing the cha-cha, and then, as she gets into the swing of it, she looks at me, and with the most natural of movements, with not a care in the world, she…
WINKED
at me. Smiled, and kept going.
I stood there in shock. Frozen. Unclear on what had just happened.
But it had.
My little baby had just winked, a come-hither, an I’m-too-cool-for-this-shirt wink.
And my world collapsed. I shook my head in disbelief.
And I kiss her every chance I get.
Because the moments are dwindling.
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OMG Too Funny and Too True
I’m kind of wishing that I could somehow hold off, delay, or otherwise freeze in time my little girl’s growth. But all we can really do is hope and pray that we guide them well and hope they don’t have to learn all of life’s lessons the hard way, and be there for them when they do.
MamaLisa | November 26th, 2010 at 4:09 am