Do all parents of teenagers have a moment or 12 during the day they contemplate their worth as a parent? I have to believe I'm not alone in wondering if I'm doing anything right. I swear, my daughter seems as though she's on a mission to make me 100% certifiable. I'll never tell her, she's succeeding. The gray hair that now is prominently breeding around my face is yet another piece of evidence as to how patient I am.
"When I was your age."
Hilarious to actually use that phrase to start any sentence. Whether it's directed to my daughter or friends, it's absurd to say. Why? Because my parents said it! The cycle is infinite when it comes to parent/child relationships. In all seriousness, when I was her age, the things I was into and doing are far different than the things she's into. Sure, the obvious boys, music, make-up and sports are the same, but the girls she is peered with is what scares me. Perhaps I was so narrow minded and naive that I didn't see these girls when I was growing up. Very possible. But walking through the mall or even Wal-Mart, I'm shocked at the things they wear, pierce, say...etc. Oh to stick my head in the sand until she's 18. Maybe then I'll come out looking 25 again instead of looking like I'm about to turn 50.
I guess it's just maddening to watch my baby girl grow up. Maybe I'm not alone at all in the fears that are becoming realities as she matures right in front of me. I don't think I'll ever want her to be anything other than my 8 year old little girl. I'm losing my grip of that person and it's taking it's toll. I can only hope I'm not screwing her up entirely. I can only do the best I can to keep my temper in a cell...unless a parole is granted. Karma is an interesting little bitch. I only hope the good stuff would come around a little more frequently. Hair dye is expensive.
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