We went to Mt. Diablo today, and while we had a great time, Miss Rosy is still sick and the heat was hard on her. We cuddled almost all day. Spent many special one on one times while the others were off adventuring. She is so sweet when she isn’t feeling well. I know it is a terrible thing to say but I quite like it when she is sick. She is so very cuddly, and delicate like a little flower, quite unlike how she is when she is well. Which is wild, self assured and just a tich snooty. Today was my Rosy day, so here is a little something about her.
I say “a little something” because Rosy has always been the hardest of my daughters to explain. I thought in the beginning that this was because she was young, that as she grew she would reveal herself to me. But as she approaches 7 I have realized she is just an enigma. She is a very grown up little nearly 7 year old, partly I am sure because of having two older sisters, but she is also a wise soul. She is very sharp, asks really astute questions, so astute that I often find it mildly creepy. She has a very hard time with embarrassment. She once had an anxiety reaction to watching Mr. Bean. She has an amazing sense of her own funkiness, I have taken fashion cues from this girl!
I can tell you also that she adores her parents, especially her dad. He became her primary caregiver just before she turned 5. I was still around as much as ever, but as part of Chris’ recovery from his head injury he was to have a regular schedule. Waking, feeding, and tucking in kids is VERY regular, so Chris became the first she saw in the morning and the last before she drifted off at night. Because she was still at home full time for the first year of this, the two of them became thick as thieves, went everywhere together. It was hard for me at first (ok I admit it still is) when he would be the one she would go to when she needed something, but Chris got to have a bond with her that he never got with the other two, the bond I had with them. So this time I am having with her is extra special for me because I get to be her morning, noon and night for 8 more days until I leave again, to do a show and then for the coast to co-facilitate a couple of workshops. Away from them for 8 more days. I took full advantage today, kissing and snuggling her every chance I got. I do worry sometimes, that I will regret giving up being her primary caregiver, it makes me cry. But I look at the bond she has with her dad and I know it is not about me, it is about them. They are so in love, how could it be a bad thing? I know this relationship is one of the many gifts that have come out of an injury that seemed terrible at first, yet changed our lives for the better in countless ways.
So in honour of miss Rosy’s special bond with her dad, and in honour of Fathers day which got missed somehow in my exhaustion and Rosy’s illness, 12 days journal#71 will have the question “Tell me about your Dad?” written in the front cover. I will give it to Miss Rose. I can’t wait to see what she has me write, that is if she lets me. She will probably want her Dad to do it with her instead.
