My wife C. and I have two daughters.
Our youngest kid, who just turned seven, is a tap dancer that wants to be just like Juni from the Spykids movies. She also loves to climb into the treehouse to eat her lunch when I bring out the stinky pickles and cheese. In fact, E. the Younger did that today with her edamame beans.
Our oldest kid is thirteen and she is stuck right smack in the middle of that place where she is both the little kid her little sister is and the young woman she will soon become fulltime.
And because of all that E. the Elder has recently forced me to think pretty hard about some of the larger issues that affect young women everywhere.
You know, all that stuff Heather Mallick likes to write about.
Anyway, if and when the time comes, I can only hope that I can do as much for my daughter as a guy named Doyle Niemann did for his daughter Cassie.
It's quite the story, and it just turned one year old:
Wednesday, April 13, 2005; Page A01
At the time I linked to Ms. Niemann's blog, almost in passing, over on the Hono(u)rable Roll on the lower left sidebar.
Photo by C: The two E's and me last summer in British Columbia's high country.