Love Means Never Having to Say You’re Sorry for Throwing up on You, Daddy

My youngest child, my daughter, my five-year-old, Rosemary, surprised me this week when she proved to me that she taught herself to tie her shoes. She did this by, while I was watching, tying her shoes. She then said she planned to teach my nine-year-old daughter to tie her shoes because, as she put it, ‘it was time.’

Rose is a doer, a worker, she’s independent. She takes things apart and puts them back together, or mostly back together. She may be the brightest child I’ve ever made. I made two before her, a supersonic aspie son who can make any book tremble, and a nine-year-old daughter, Irene. ‘The Machine’, my lovely middle child, my wild child with… continue

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