My daughter is halfway to her 16th birthday. When she was younger, I wanted to do everything for her. I treated her like she was made of glass. I would give the other kids a hard time on the playground if they weren't nice to her. I'll never forget when she was in second or third grade she told me, "I'm not going to call you mommy anymore, I'm going to call you mom." It made me a little sad, but I got over it. I was so tied into her that when she went to preschool at age 4, I would stare at the clock, waiting for her to come home from school. My world at the time revolved around taking care of her. What I wouldn't give now for a day with 25 hours in it! As she's gotten older, I've had to learn to distance myself somewhat. It's a slippery slope, you want to help, but how much is too much? When she had to do a project making a lighthouse in elementary school, we went to the hobby store and bought some supplies. When ...
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