By My Side
January 30, 2012
The day began early, and it's not over yet.
My youngest daughter and I are at the regional YMCA, awaiting the end of her sister's swim meet. Prior to this, my almost-eleven-year-old accompanied me on errands and sat quietly in my office as I taught a Qigong class.
Sophie is nothing if not portable.
Having two siblings 5 and 7 years older has necessitated this. Sophie hit the ground running and has never looked back. She began learning to ski as soon as she could walk--she even traversed the trails in utero, as I followed my older kids slowly down the bunny slopes, my belly straining at its temporarily insufficient winter garb.
Sophie has witnessed myriad games, meets and matches; has attended innumerable events and functions not her own.
Tonight, Sophie alternates homework with Hulu-watching, snack-eating and recreational reading.
She is tired--we both are--but her complaints are few and far between.
For this I am eternally grateful, and probably not as vocal about that fact as I should be.
She offers me a quick hug and requests a time check before taking in the boys' relay event and returning to her chair.
The day is not over yet. There are miles to go before we sleep.
But the journey's load is lighter with Sophie by my side.

