Sometimes I feel like I am losing her too fast. We talk about her first car, first dates and college applications. My heart aches in silence. I do not want her to know I am sad she will leave soon. I do not want her to feel guilty for growing up. When she sits quietly … Continue reading Pour Your Heart Out: Letting Go of Her Hand
"I want to make varsity by my junior year," she says, "and I want to build my endurance and look my best by the end of the summer!" "Sounds like a plan," I respond absently, knowing in my heart that these are just words. I am pessimistic of the plan coming to fruition, and certainly … Continue reading Dropping Her in the Deep End
I knew it was inevitable, this dating thing. After all, The Tortoise is smart, funny and beautiful. She is genuine and honest. Above all else, she knows how she wants to be treated too, which is much more mature than I was at nearly fourteen. (Perhaps even more mature than I was for most of … Continue reading When did “going out” stop meaning that you actually go somewhere?
I can't listen to LMFAO's Party Rock Anthem in the car without cranking up the volume. It is also nearly impossible to keep my shoulders from dancing or my fingers from tapping the steering wheel. But then add my almost 14-year-old daughter in the car and we might as well install black lights and a … Continue reading Moments You Don’t Want to Forget
I can't smell fresh paint anymore. Three and a half years ago this room was transformed from builder's white to a calm, serene sea of green. She was only ten then, and this was her first "big girl" room, with no frilly flowers on the bedspread or baby pink curtains. We placed inspiration on the … Continue reading Fresh Paint and Heartache