weblog of andrew hicox

seasons will change us

8/24/09 10:08:14

A week ago, I was standing as I was tonight with other pudgy, middle aged parents, lazily watching our kids tumble and swing beneath the harsh halide glare of the starkly white gymnasium.

It really is visually striking. The royal blue carpeting of the gym floor contrasts like the sky against a white sand desert in there, with lighting twice as bright.

They started it over the summer, and Gymnastics class has become a highpoint of the week for Victoria and Andrea now that school has started again.

I was precisely sometime between 6:30 and 7:30 pm, one week ago today, that I seriously knew that Victoria has become a real and true *person* in her own right.

Of course I always "knew" this, but there's a difference between knowing something and being face to face with it in reality. Victoria is becoming a young woman, and this is hard to put into words ... I have finally seen glimpses of the adult that she is going to become.

Just watching her there in stark high contrast, interacting with the other students and the teacher, sure of herself ... growing up physically. Just for a moment, I think I could actually see her at 16 ... at 21 ... at 35.

And I felt like an old, old man :-)