Saturday, July 25, 2009

My Daughter

Sophia. My daughter. I miss her. She is spending the week at her grandparents and enjoying the time without her brothers. I think she misses us. Not that she would ever admit that. She is eleven and as far as she is concerned I am a pain. The one that nags her to clean her room, stand up straight and eat right. Her brothers are, well, her brothers.
I hope there will be some time soon that they will actually start to like each other. To appreciate that they have each other. I do try to remind them how important they are to each other but I may as well be speaking Cartoon...BLAh, Blah,Blah,blah BLAH!
My brothers and I, not close. I think that is more of the 10 year age difference. At least that is what I keep telling myself. Maybe I will realize soon enough just how important they are to me?


  1. You just never know how they will be. My two oldest are three years apart and were pretty close when they were kids. Now they are 31 and 28 and talk to each other maybe three times a year!

  2. I think family emotions are always a tangle that can't be picked apart. The best I could do was to keep liking my kids (sometimes I think I was the only adult who could) and wait for the adult to emerge.
    My 3 kids are now a 28 yr old woman, a 23 yr old woman, and 20 yr Getting there. They like each other, but are clearly much different from one another. They are funny, good, surprising people, and were worth all the work and worry. The most important work of my life.

  3. I could have written this post..except..mine is a 12 year old son with younger sisters!!ALL the other details so the same!!:) she misses you!! BUT you are right..she probably will not admit it!!:)

  4. I had no idea you had a blog! Wonderful! I love any chance I can get to see your beautiful photography... :)


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