It was my daughter’s birthday yesterday. She’s nine years old.
I know: nine! Where do the years go?
I bumped into a friend in the supermarket yesterday whilst I was buying my lunch and mentioned it to her. “Nine?” she said, “Oh my, that has gone quick. What did you buy her for her birthday then, a mobile phone?”
“Good Lord, no. She’s only nine. She’s not having a bloody mobile phone.”
She wants one though. It amazes me that so many of her friends have phones already. She obviously feels a bit left out. But for me, that’s too much, too soon. She’s nine and should still be playing with Barbie dolls and riding her bike, not texting and updating her Facebook status.
She’s my little girl and I don’t want her to grow up too quick.
But it didn’t help when I learnt that it’s now quite possible that within just a few short years her… um, female plumbing issues could start.
I’m trying not to think about it.