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revising the fear

Stamped: 2:48 PM

earlier i mentioned fear of my daughter growing up. the alienation between teenagers and their parents. that whole bit...

and i have been sitting thinking about it for the last while. just now my daughter comes down and has me help her into a princess gown. maybe she isn't growing up too fast. maybe she is still very much a little girl. maybe...

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  • Blogger smartyrmartyr says so:
    3:08 PM  

    If my reckoning of such things is even remotely correct, then she will ALWAYS be that little girl. And she will ALWAYS need someone who knows that little girl, and loves that little girl, no matter how grown up she gets. Possibly the hardest part of being a parent (again, in my limited reckoning) is loving all the aspects of your child, from the little girl to the petulant teenager to the cynical adult, and everyone in-between. :) top