I
had an interesting conversation with Cailyn at the dinner table the other
day. Out of the blue she made the
comment, “I keep forgetting I’m already seven years old.” Of course Nani’s eyes misted up, and she
replied with something along the lines of, “You’re growing up way too
fast. I remember when you were just a
little tiny baby.” I decided to take a
different approach to the situation that avoided the nostalgic. My comment was, “Wait. I thought you were fourteen years old.” She and I think a lot alike, so she picked up
on the train of thought immediately.
Cailyn:
“No, DadDad. I want to be 16 years old,
not 14.”
Of
course. How could I have been so
stupid. But I was certainly now
intrigued. What was going on inside the
mind of a seven year old? Sixteen. What happens when she is sixteen? Driving? (Hey, she already has her own scooter). Going on a date? (Maybe, but her Dad says she has to be 30
before he’ll allow that to happen). What
could possibly be going on inside this now-seven-year-old head that caused her
to light on wanting to be 16 years old?
And
the wheels were continuing to turn. She
obviously was lost in some deep thought, so I didn’t say anything right
away. It didn’t take long for her ruminations
to become declarations. “Seven to
sixteen is nine more years. I’ll be
sixteen in nine years.”
Wow. This must be serious. She is figuring out a time line. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had to know. “So why do you want to be sixteen?”
The
answer was not long in coming. She
grinned a toothy grin and proudly announced, “Because then Daddy will be 40.”
Of
course. What else could it be? Gotta love that Daddy’s Girl.
Ps
103:13 says, “As a father has compassion
on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him”
Father,
thank you for the love Cailyn has for her Daddy, and his for her. Amen.
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