We had the nicest time together tonight. She had persuaded me to take her to get her hair cut and to get her two-year phone upgrade. We managed to sneak in to Great Clips with 6 minutes to spare, so “haircut” got checked off the list. The phone upgrade did not happen, as she’d forgotten to back it up before we left the house – and she needed to turn in her old iPhone 4s to get a rebate – so we left the mall and decided to go get dinner together.
The whole time, we talked about relationships: love interests, past and present; the excitement of being in a relationship and getting to know the other person; the five love languages and how important it is to express love in a language that the other person understands and values; the importance of good communication.
It’s interesting to think about where Q’s relationship style comes from. Her own innate love language, temperament, experience? My relationship with David, and her experience of seeing that throughout her life? Some combination of these things and others that I cannot even imagine? Probably the last option, I know. But it was interesting to talk about how David and I communicate verbally (extremely well) and how we demonstrate our love (not nearly as well, since our love languages are very different and we each need to make herculean efforts to overcome our natural tendencies); she may or not have been aware of some of the ways that her dad and I relate to each other, even if she’s been around us her whole life.
I just thought it was so cool that we could even have this conversation. High school relationships and dating can be such a minefield of emotions and decisions and stress, and I’m glad that Q feels comfortable talking with me. I’m sure I don’t hear everything, but that’s to be expected as she grows up and separates from us to become her own autonomous self. I just feel lucky that there is so much she is willing to talk about, at her age.
I feel like my time with her is running out. The thought that she’ll be living on her own in less than three years is too scary to even think about. I’m going to miss her like crazy.