There are moments as a parent when you feel immense pride and joy in your child. When they smile at you for the first time, when they take their first steps, when they go off to school and start a new chapter of their life. Perhaps you feel pride when they learn how to tie their own shoes or can wipe their own behind. These last few weeks, in the hellscape that has become this New York summer, I have never been prouder of my Charlotte. Every heat advisory we have have, and I think we’ve had them every week at this point, the second we walk outside we have the same conversation.
“WHY IS IT SO SUNNY? I AM TOO HOT. THIS IS TOO HOT. MOMMY WE NEED TO GO INSIDE. I CAN’T STAY OUT HERE. I CAN’T! OH GOD IT IS SO HOT!!!!”
There is no doubt this particular trait my daughter possesses comes directly from me. My husband loves the heat. He is one of those people who adores the summer. I do not come from a place of heat enjoyment. Do I like swimming and relaxing when it is 85 degrees with no humidity? Of course I do. But we NEVER GET THOSE DAYS. We get 95+ with a real feel of 106 degrees! We get extreme mosquito activity because it is a swamp outside! We get HADES TEMPERATURES.
But my girl, she hates the heat. She hates the humidity. She does not ask me to go play outside when the sidewalk feels like the surface of the sun. She is my daughter, through and through.
I have never been more proud.