Maggie’s 13-year-old babysitter has been coming to play. It’s a way to get her engaged with another “kid” who can be a friend to her without the noise and stickiness of someone her own age, and it lets me off the hook for an hour. The sitter has cotton-candy pink hair (I hear it will be peach quite shortly) and otherwise looks/dresses like Jane Lane from Daria. Basically, she’s cooler than I ever could have hoped to be as a teenager. Her hair was darker blue last time Maggie saw her, so when she walked in today Maggie gasped audibly.
“YOU. You’re…YOU’RE LOVELY.” And then kept whispering “You’re so beautiful. I love you.”
Come for the paid gig, stay for the self-esteem boost. And I suspect by the time we hit 18 with Maggie, we’ll have bought a Hot Topic’s worth of Manic Panic hair dye.
We listen to Dar Williams a lot in the afternoons. She’s mellow, which we need. And usually, she lines right up with what’s going on here.
“Time it was I had a dream
You’re the dream come true
If I had the world to give
I’d give it all to you.
I’ll take you to the mountains
I will take you to the sea
I’ll show you how this life became
A miracle to me.”
“All the things you treasure most
Will be the hardest won
I will watch you struggle on
Before the answers come
But I won’t make it harder
I’ll be there to cheer you on.”
— “The One Who Knows,” Dar Williams