My oldest daughter turns 13 in five months
The fact that she’s almost a teen has been staring me down for some time now.
When I look at her baby picture on my desk..yup, almost there.
When I see her talk to friends using my very own mannerisms..yup, almost there.
When I do the final check of the house before going to sleep, amazed at how her toes already touch her bed’s footboard. Yup. There too
Well on Friday evening, she was going to see a friend perform in a show. Before the performance, she planned to meet two “old friends” who’d join her. A girl, who has little to do with this story..and a boy.
This b-o-y happens to be a couple years OLDER than my little girl who, just yesterday, would only wear sequined, crinoline tutus and pigtailed hair.
It also needs to be mentioned that it couldn’t be any clearer that this boy enjoys my daughter’s company..very much
- I agreed to send my daughter
- without her parent
- out into a dark theater
- with a boy that really digs her
I knew this was it.
I’m gonna throw up!
The age that I started “dating” is completely irrelevant here! Or is it? Yes, it is..it is.
I felt as if I could have flown round trip to Fiji waiting for my daughter to return home that night. But when she finally came into the house I knew I could not..must not, blow the exchange, so I nonchalantly went about my business..let a second or two pass and then casually inquired about her evening.
Did I get what I got because that’s what I wanted to hear?
I don’t care.
Because she was happy and I was happy.
Any parental tips are gladly appreciated in the comments section below. In other words..HELP!