She’s turning ten TODAY!
No more single digits. A two-number age from now till the foreseeable horizon of life.
She is giddy.
She is a tad hesitant about transferring into a group that possibly puts her in the same category with ‘old people’ like her Momma and Papa, or me, or even — gasp — her Nana, whom she loves but is oh-boy-so-very-old …
She is turning ten TODAY.
A birthday like none prior. No turning back now that she takes the one-way step into two-digit life.
Happy with a chance of maybe.
Her mother is a little teary. “She’s growing up. I’m glad and I am sad …”
She’s turning ten TODAY.
A cake with two handfuls of candles. A dinner of her choice. A celebration. A row of little gifts. Perhaps one for every year.
She is a little frightened.
“What if I don’t like being older?”
I smile at her sweet honesty.
Her mother sighs. “… Welcome to the club.”