when anna was little(r), instead of saying "i don't know" she would say "i not know."
it's a sad day, i think, when your little ones,
particularly your littlest one,
grows out of their last baby-ism.
like "woof" for dog.
like "gaga and diddoo" for callie and lindsey.
like "waffers" for waffles. (this a recent entry from a friend at work.)
for a few years, my parents christmas gift to us would be a weekend at mohonk. if you know it, then you know. if you don't, then look here.
one year, when anna was maybe three, and we were all in the awesome pool, and i had her in my arms swishing about, my dad (aka pop-pop) swam up to us under the water and emerged right in her face and, frankly, scared the shit out of her. he came up and said "anna! what are you doing here?"
and just before she burst into tears, she managed to squeal out "I NOT KNOW!!!"
all was well in a matter of seconds, as pop-pop is pretty much the licorice to nana's sugar,
every time it think of that. every time i think of the "i not know" stage, and the loss thereof.
i laugh a little bit out loud.
and i cry a little inside.
of all of the characters in that story, none will stay the same for long.
none will be around forever.
i know people have all sorts of awesome mantras and whatnot,
but can that be mine?
i not know.