Nine has always been my favorite number

29 Dec

Goose is 9.  Nine.  It’s a little difficult to wrap my head around. 

This year for Christmas, Goose had a baby doll at the top of her list—at the very top with the multiple stars and underlines.  A baby doll.  My first inclination was to skip to number two on her list.  I mean, doesn’t nine seem just a little old for a baby doll?  And she hasn’t shown any real interest in baby dolls in years and years.  I think the last time she got anything baby doll related was when she was two or maybe three.  So I had just about talked myself into going with what I thought was a more age appropriate gift when it suddenly hit me.  Wait.  If the girl wants a baby doll, why not give her a baby doll?  She’s nine, for crying out loud.  Why am I in such a hurry for her to grow up?

She got the doll.  And she loves it.  And seeing her watching tv with it on her lap or tucking it into her bed at night reminds me that this is who Goose is.  She’s a nurturer.  She’s loving.  She’s maternal (her siblings call it bossy, but this is a birthday post celebrating her finer qualities, so we’re going with maternal).  She likes to take care of people.  And she’s managed to stay in the stage of childhood where she is not altogether naive, but still innocent and hopeful and unjaded, I guess.  And for that, I am very grateful.

Right now, Goose would say her two favorite books are Bridge to Terabithia and Where the Red Fern Grows.  I mentioned how sad these books both are, and she was quick to point out the good and inspiring messages—how Jess learns to accept who he is and his circumstances in life and develops closer relationships with his family, and then there was something else about a fern (I can’t remember what she said exactly and I’ve never actually read Where the Red Fern Grows).  Anyway, the point being that while some might see a nine-year-old with a doll and think she is still stuck in a younger-than-her-years-should-indicate mindset, she is actually quite insightful and mature.

And don’t forget awesome, as she would say.  Goose is awesome.  And although there have been more than a few times we’ve butted heads and I’ve wished for our road together to be a little less bumpy, I’m very glad for who she is. 

 

 I love you, Goose.  Happy birthday!

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8 Responses to “Nine has always been my favorite number”

  1. cheryl January 4, 2011 at 5:20 pm #

    Happy Birthday Goose Girl! You rock. 🙂

  2. tawnya January 4, 2011 at 5:43 pm #

    Aw…happy birthday!

    • Boquinha January 4, 2011 at 7:40 pm #

      Happy Birthday, Goose! What a great post. And what a cutie she is!

  3. Julie January 4, 2011 at 10:28 pm #

    Oh, man, 9 is SO still young enough for a baby doll! I mean, what did we want when we were 25 and married? A baby! No reason that shouldn’t be fostered for as long as possible.
    She is just beautiful. Happy Birthday, Goose.

  4. Flipflopmama January 5, 2011 at 7:38 am #

    Happy Burthday Goose!!!

  5. Alison Wonderland January 5, 2011 at 10:13 am #

    Happy Birthday Goose!

    PS. LBS, go read Where the Red Fern Grows.

  6. madhousewife January 5, 2011 at 3:12 pm #

    Goose is awesome. Happy birthday to her!

  7. Patience January 6, 2011 at 8:19 am #

    I’m glad you reconsidered and gave her the doll! I played with dolls long after it was considered “age appropriate” to do so. If, today, you gave me a new book of paper dolls, I’d spend the afternoon happily cutting them out and imagining their lives and I’m 42.

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