I will parent her with a confidence I didn't have before. With my first child, I was always reaching and desperate to take hold of what was next. With my last child, I cling to time even as I feel it being yanked away from me.
Now my daughter is in college, just starting her freshman year. She doesn't call home every day, only every other day. But we text a lot... well, roughly constantly. But never during class and I didn't hear from her when she went to the movies the other night.
Having a period isn't a curse. It makes you uniquely qualified to create and sustain life, if you so choose. Speaking of choice, only you can/should make the choice of if/when you would like to become a parent.
Your teacher was going through the developmental checklist with me, and when she got to the part about whether or not you could speak in two-word sentences, she laughed and said, "Cleo speaks in paragraphs, always with a huge smile."
I remember when I realized I had a daughter and not just a baby. It was as if the planet shifted, and I felt close to slipping off. All the hard edges revealed themselves, and it occurred to me I would be teaching a girl how to be in a world I had not yet figured out.
I suppose I thought making a memorable summer for my girls had to include traveling to new and exciting places, but we seem to have made a million little memories just enjoying the simple things summer has to offer right at home.
Dating is difficult at best. Finding a great companion is no easy task. Mothers and daughters who are close tend to discuss relationships. Communication is great. But what often transpires is sometimes more frustrating and destructive than harmonious and helpful.
When your professional title is "Skinny Girl," of course wearing your 4-year-old's pajama set is going to spark controversy. Bethenny Frankel's fortune gets bigger as she "helps" women get physically smaller.
For all of Abby's 9 years, I admit that I have been a very protective parent. Even before we knew she had special needs, let alone a terminal illness, I found myself trying to protect her from actual and perceived dangers.
At "press time," Gemma is almost 5 years old. I'm writing you this letter because, while I love my daughter with all my heart, and I'm trying really hard to be a great mom, I'm pretty sure I'm doing most things wrong.
Who else will tell you it's their loss when you're rejected by a boy or a friend or a publisher? Who else remembers fondly the dance routine you made up to "Cool Rider" from Grease 2 and will tell you with a straight face that it was a very good performance?