When I found out I was having a girl, I cried. Not because I don’t like girls, but because I am a girl, and I’m kind of a psycho, so I was afraid, and that’s why I cried.
She, thankfully is not very much like me. Or, if I may be so
annoyingly unrealistic and shortsighted bold, and brag, she took only my best qualities, for sure.
As you know, she just started kindergarten. And consequently, she just started scaring the shit out of me.
There was a day of other kids making fun of her. I was terrified. Surely she couldn’t be the kid that gets targeted! Right? So scary.
Then there was the girl who was bossing her around, then giving her presents.
I’m not ready for codependency!!!
Then, this morning she told me I’m starting to look a little bit old. That’s OK, I know it’s true, and I embrace aging as gracefully as I can. That didn’t scare me, but what did was that she then started to cry and asked me if I was going to die soon.
I don’t want her to be afraid of me dying, or death at all, for that matter!
Every step of parenthood is an adventure for sure. So in light of this, I took a little time to think about my scary daughter, and was led to finding some good books to help us deal with changes of life, and here’s what I found:
The Mountains of Tibet
Oh, and also, I spent the weekend teaching her how to play softball. No one messes with softball bitches.
My next task, go outside, lay in the hammock and look at stars (before it gets too cold) with her before bed.
Good luck parents, we’re in this together!