Why I Wished for My Daughter’s Awkward Phase

You can’t forge steel without a little fire.

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She was still young enough to have unruly hair and not really know or care. I hoped to God that she would go through an awkward phase. Please God, let her be a little weird, for just a little while.

I wanted my daughter to grow up joyful. I wanted her to have her youth about her. Innocence and frivolity aren’t always lengthy visitors. I hoped I would have the kind of child that people encountered and knew she was happy. They could see it. They could feel it. I didn’t want her to be an Ugh Girl.

When you have to struggle a little it makes you stronger. You endure more. You’re more empathetic. You can find kindness. I have no regrets in wishing a little struggle for my daughter.

My daughter is now on the cusp of 16. She’s 6' tall and athletic. Willowy and beautiful in a way that she understands is different. My god, she owns every bit of her self. Confidently.

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Flaming pinball, nerd, music lover, wine snob, horrible violin player. No, I won’t stop taking pictures of my drinks. vanessaltorre@gmail.com IG: vanessaltorre

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