Today I had a very hard realization. My mommy super powers, the tools I have used to banish monsters under the bed, thwart toddlers before they painted their whole rooms with diaper cream, or prevent a child's head from being used as a torpedo, are becoming much less powerful now that my kids are 16, 13, and 10.
Why is it that so many feel it's more terrifying for a father to raise a little girl instead of a boy? If I had a boy, I know I'd be less wary of what's to come and would feel less terrified about the day he goes off on his own. But for Avery, so many things speed through my mind about what could happen as she ventures off into the scary world.