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I Fear My Daughter’s Too Old For Me to Mother
It should be a sign I’ve done well, but I’m not ready for this.
Every single parent, whether they admit it or not, silently and secretly wishes, at some point, for the day that their kid is just a little bit older. More independent. More able to handle things on their own. Things like homework, sports, friend drama.
These thoughts come to us when we’re tired and frustrated and we can’t fully grasp the concept of Common Core math.
We’ve all sat there making decorations for the Valentine's Day box, kind of embarrassed that our kid has to pass out the lame Valentine’s because all the on top of it moms who didn’t have two night meetings this week already got the good ones and now the store is sold out of them.
We raise our kids to handle whatever life throws at them with dignity, grace, intelligence, and empathy. We train them for it. Then one day it happens. They take all that learning and they apply it to life.
I should take pride in the fact that I have raised a smart, capable, independent daughter who doesn’t need to come to me for advice or help all the time. I don’t wish drama in her…
