It's happened. Everyone told me it would, but I somehow thought I miraculously avoided it. Nope. I have a teenage daughter who is not that thrilled with me. Ugh, the rolling of the eyes. The smirks. The "whatever"s. Too much. Sometimes she tolerates me with an unwilling smile. Other times she just cringes. Almost all information is grudgingly given . . . sometimes to the point of her exasperation. I can't seem to get anything done fast enough or good enough. Pretty much everything I do is stupid or a waste of time. I laugh too much, I talk to loud, I walk too fast. Bottom line: I exist and that's annoying right now for my 17 year old girl.
When did this happen? How did it happen? Did I do something to cause it? I waste time asking myself these questions, but mostly I think the answer is pretty simple: Kate is growing up and has cut the apron strings. And, I guess that's what we all want, really. Right? Well, we had a good run. A darn good run.
In truth, I must have thought about this long ago. I found this poem I wrote when Kate was four:
You, my dear, are like a March day.
Clear and sure as the Azure sky above.
Sweet as the scent of Spring’s first blossoms.
Chattery and excited as the newborn robins.
You're as free and colorful as a bright, new kite.
So, go my darling! Fly away and explore.
See all that you can.
And when I see that you are flying
high and straight and sure, I’ll cut the string and
set you free…
But always, I’ll be watching, waiting with
open arms to catch you and hold you closewhen you tire and need a hug.