I took Zoe shopping last night. I had promised her a new outfit to wear on her birthday and by the time we finished homework and regular work and dinner, it was 7 pm.
She went through every rack of skirts, dresses, shirts, sweaters methodically. And then circled back and went through them again. I refrained from telling her to check the sales rack first and for the love of god HURRY UP because its already 8:15 on a school night, that’s totally not cool when you are trying to find your awesome birthday outfit.
When Zoe was 20 months old, I lost her in a store. For 20 minutes. They locked the front doors and the Code Adam recording was playing over the intercom and it was terrifying. One minute, we were standing in the shoe aisle and she was right there next to me and blink, she was gone.
My mom started to look down the aisles, asking people if they had seen a toddler in jeans and red shoes, and I ran to the front of the store to make sure she didn’t go out the doors. Zoe was the child that those leashes attached to backpacks were invented for, looking back I probably should have bought one and used it, she loved to run from us.
As my mother was frantically searching the sleepwear section that happened to be next to the shoe section, she saw Zoe’s little red sneakers sticking out from under a rack. When she pulled the robes back, Zoe said, “Hi Nana!” and we then we all had heart attacks.
Last night as we were shopping, I watched her and wondered how quickly we went from diapers and tiny red sneakers to earrings and sequin leggings and nail polish.
And blink, this is 12.
Happy Birthday to my best girl. I love you always.