She has passions and goals of her own. Some of them, I completely relate to. Others are more of a surprise.
Whatever your situation is, no matter how universal it might feel, know that it’s different for almost everyone.
It was one of the best and most timely things I ever gave her.
To quote Out For Justice, maybe it’s mood swings, maybe it’s hormones, maybe it’s the need to impose her will. Whatever it is, this little princess is turning three shades of raging.
You’ll have to forgive me if all of this is still a bit raw.
The smiles are the same and their faces, while different sizes, are almost the spitting image of one another.
I know we’re not supposed to mention those things. It makes us uncomfortable, but we’re all adults here.
There are so many pops and cracks, you’d think I was a walking pile of rap music record albums.
“Who has seen me today? Did I talk to people like this? What is wrong with my face? Am I freakin’ melting?!”
Had you told me two days earlier that this would have been Christmas, I would have screamed in worried agony. I would have called it a failure and seen my biggest fear become a reality.