Asha turned 7 this month. Every year on this milestone, I try to put in words what she means to me, and I fail miserably.
Here is a quick walk down memory lane …
She brings me joy not just because she is this amazing person who is full of laughs, wonder, and whimsy, but also because she has made me approach life in the same way too. In many ways, what I lost in the transition from childhood to adulthood, all seemed to rush back the instant I held her in my arms for the very first time.
Each day she needs me a little less, and I need her a little more.
But of course, I am never going to let her discover this fact. = )
Social distancing kept us from having a celebration with her friends, but even Coronavirus is no match for a 7-year-old’s determination to have a good time. Her day was filled with princess dresses, presents, harry potter spells, a car-ride to wave hello to all the friends she missed, a dinner of her favorite things, and lots of TV watching.
Just for fun, I’ve been asking Asha some basic questions on her birthday for the last two years. It’s fun to see how her answers change (or not). Below is this year’s update in her exact words (you can read her responses when are her answers when she was Six, and Five too).
While in the last two years she was quick to give out her answers, this was the first year when I noticed that she is thinking more deeply even for the simplest questions.
Favorite color? Pink & Teal
Favorite song? Frozen II soundtrack
Favorite Animal? A unicorn even though it does not exist
What will you be when you are older? Dancer
Favorite dessert? Cherry Popsicles
Favorite food? Noodles
Favorite singer? Taylor Swift
Favorite thing to do? That’s easy. Make arts and crafts.
Who is your best buddy? I can’t choose. One person will get mad at me if I choose the other.
How do you cheer yourself up when you are sad? I think about my favorite things.
What is the best part of being 7-years-old? Being the best at rollerskating
What are some of the new things you are going to try this year? Ride a bike, make dinner and dessert, have a walk by myself.
Where do you hope to travel this year? To Paris with mommy. No boys. They make mischief.
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