It's official: I am no longer The Most Important Person in my Child's
Life. Well, not with my daughter anyway. My five-year-old still thinks
I'm the berries, Thank God.
My daughter turns 9 next month.
Unbelievable to me. I haven't minded the getting older part in general,
but now that she officially thinks her two best friends walk on water,
I sort of do mind.
I like her friends. No problem there. It's
just the phase that says, "I am my own person and you can no longer
control every move I make." She's right, of course. And I remember the
feeling well. Still, I'm not sure I'll ever get used to the fact that
the old her is gone. Not completely, I know. But enough that I'm sad
Which is why I'm taking her with me to a conference
out in Santa Barbara, CA, in March. She and I have never traveled alone
together, and I'm very much looking forward to it. She's growing up,
and I have so much to teach her about the world now. Things I couldn't
say when she was younger. Like all mothers, I suppose I'll get used to
the new her.
I just wasn't expecting it so soon.
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