Changes 3

Back when Eva was a baby I took a trip, just her and I, to see my some of my family in Idaho. While I was there I had a conversation with my sisters about eyebrow waxing/plucking/tweezing and what they thought about when it was appropriate for the girlies to start doing their eyebrows. The reason I was seeking other's advice on the matter was because one night as I was tucking Line and Malia into bed, Line asked me, "Mom, why do my eyebrow's look like a man's and yours don't?". We had a cute little conversation about the fact that mine used to look like two caterpillar's wrestling on my forehead, until I was introduced to my first pair of tweezers. I reassured her that when she was old enough, she too would own her very own pair. That day has finally come. It was part of the hair straightening day, and it was super fun to gather all of our waxing equipment around us in the kitchen after all the littles were in bed. (Thanks Canny for helping us pick out the right stuff.)

Oh my word. You should have seen us. It was so enjoyable for me to just banter back and forth with these two stinkers. Line was the most freaked about how much it would hurt and ended up being the most chill about it. Malia on the other hand, was the one who gave Line the hardest time about being nervous, and then ended up shedding a few tears during her turn...you can see her ducking her head at one point. The girls were each other's photographer.













These growing up moments surprise me. When these changes occur as a result of the girls growing up, I want so badly for Naki to be there to celebrate them with us. I crave being able to hear his voice teasing back to the girls and just being physically present. Although I am unable to adequately find the words that will express the feeling I have after we've completed an event that went smoothly and was cheerful, in this case the girls' first eyebrow waxing, I know that even though I didn't see him or hear him, he was an active participant. The times that I don't feel like this are the times when there is contention and when it seems like everyone is arguing and/or crying. In this case, it was just the weirdest experience, to know that even though we did something again without him, somehow we didn't. It doesn't even make sense to try and explain. I think part of it is feeling him through the girls and the things they say and the expressions on their faces as they say it, that I know he would so enjoy. Sometimes it really does feel like I didn't do it alone even though to the eye it appears that way.