Seven.7 and Ten.7

This slightly more than 7.5 year old girl (the other day she asked me – “I forget, am I 7 and a half yet?”) has always been such a beach lover. We took a quick weekend away at South Padre island and there was one day she didn’t set foot inside (hurray for outdoor restaurants and peeing in the ocean) for more than 8 hours! She can jump waves and make dribble castles indefinitely, with the excellent concentration you see below.

Aside from the weekend in South Padre, Clem has been attending nature and art camps this month. She likes them, but they are full day camps (9-5) and she is wishing for a little more free time to be with her own thoughts, read book after book, and snuggle. It’s hard to remember she’s still such a little girl when she has such big, wise thoughts, and lately those big thoughts have been a little more anxious than strictly observant. She’ll whisper to me that her wrist suddenly hurt and then stopped hurting, or that the skin on her shoulder feels different, or that she swallowed a cherry pit a few days back and thinks it may still be inside of her. She also notifies me (usually at night) when there’s a strange sound or Eddie does a funny twitch, etc. I was hoping Annabelle would be our only anxious girl, but Clem appears to be following in her footsteps a bit… or maybe it’s just the age.

I think part of Clem’s anxiety comes from her incredible empathy, which I know I’ve written about for ages. The other day she asked me if I thought she’d become an artist, a musician, or a marine biologist. I told her that given how much she cares about all living things, I think she might do well in a career that focuses on others, like becoming a veterinarian or a therapist. Her response:

“Mama – do you know that I don’t just have empathy for living things? Yesterday I cut a piece of string because I thought I was going to use it to make a bracelet, and then I didn’t end up needing it, and I felt so bad for the string because it didn’t have a use anymore! Luckily another camper ended up needing it, so I felt better.”

My heart.

I always say Annabelle is all head and Clementine is all heart, but of course they both have enough head and heart to go around! Switching gears to 10.5 year old Annabelle, she pulled a classic Annabelle move the other week and decided that if we weren’t going to get her a horse or riding lessons (which to her dismay, is non-negotiable), she’d make her own horse. We were skeptical but for 3-4 days, she worked her tail off with old recycled cardboard, bubble wrap, and other things she found around the house… and out she came with Winston!

She eventually added full facial features and a stand, and kept Winston in her room with her. One day, Annabelle set off to nature camp and left a saddle on Winston… and when she returned 8 hours later, poor Winston had been crushed under its weight. She got very upset and we understood, because she had put so much time into him. But we convinced her that this was just Winston 1.0, and now she could make 2.0 much sturdier – maybe even something she could mount. When the tears didn’t dry up, Marc finally got the truth out of herĀ  – she had come to see Winston as a friend.

My heart. Again.

These girls. Growing up so fast but still so vulnerable and complex and beautiful and tender. I can’t get enough of them. Luckily next week I’ll get an extra dose, as it’s Annabelle’s turn for Mama Camp – and we are READY for adventure!

 

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