Although I see my parents all the time, since we live in the same city, it is not the same as actually living in the same house with them for a month. It has been 10 years since I lived at home with my parents, but in some ways it feels like it was a lifetime ago that I was this little brown haired girl wreaking havoc in my parents' lives. But being up here and watching my dad interact with A on all the day-to-day aspects of life, has brought so many memories flooding back in. Sure, I can recall billions of memories of the two of us together, but it is not so much the memories, as much as it is the feelings...like the way he scoops A up when she falls, and hops around howling on one foot when she smashing into him with her grocery cart, and how he makes even her smallest accomplishments seem like the most fantastic events. It brings me right back to my childhood and all the times he got so excited when I got a good grade on my spelling tests (since I suck at spelling), or yelled, "get the draw, Bear" throughout my lacrosse games, or was just there to talk to me and figure out life.
I was very much a daddy's girl and I can already see that coming out in A as she lights up when her daddy gets home from work, or giggles uncontrollably when he tosses her into the air. I know how important it is to have a special bond with your dad as a daughter, and it is even more special to see that bond being transferred from my own dad to A.
Although I was really sad the other day thinking about my own grandparents and how much I wished A could have met them, since they were such a huge part of my life, I now have a different feeling about generational bonds. For when I look at A and my dad I can only smile knowing she is getting just as much love, support, and attention from my own parents, which is going to help shape her into the girl, and eventually woman, she will become. I guess life really does come full circle.