Z story

My daughter Z will be 16 this year. She has grown soo much!

I’m going to record some memories here, because I want to celebrate who she was, who she is, and who she is becoming. (It will be a work in progress until her birthday)

Who is Z?

Z is a bottle of shaken up soda, a bundle of thoughtful pondering, and a desert of dry wit.

Z, such a deep heart. She was constantly feeling other people’s hurts. Crying when someone else got hurt. Empathic to the point that Bear in the Big Blue House had to be skipped at the end every time, because the goodbye song made her cry. Even worse was the death of Mufasa, Z’s second favorite movie (Lion King II being the 1st) She cried her eyes out every single time he died, like it was the first time all over again. We had to skip that part each and every time she played the movie, and she played it often. 

Then there was the song “He Lives in You” she played it so much she actually killed the CD. Actually killed it!

She told stories with her entire body! Emphasizing each point by waving her arms around and energetically moving her entire body to a soundtrack of happiness only she could hear.

Her popsicles would melt, her food would get cold, and meals took ages..but Oh! My child was alive! She buzzed with life. Like seeing the sun in physical golden form.

She was a happy baby. Always extremely delighted to see me each morning. Her laughter made everything better.

Her first kiss was epic! Her smile infectious.

My child.

The best thing that ever happened to me.



Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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