This little one, who really isn't so little anymore, is both embracing her teen years and fighting letting go of her childhood. I don't think she'll ever really let go. How could she!?! She is my daughter afterall. We had a pretty mellow weekend. Danny got home Friday feeling under the weather, and the rest of us just kind of followed along with his energy level. We watched way too much TV and didn't do much of anything else. (Well, I did. I am in the midst of a major purge in the Studio.)
Although she looks rather melancoly here, she really wasn't. She was just enjoying TV with her Unisaur (her term for the Unicorn Dinosaur we picked up in the $1 bin on Saturday.) She wanted it, and I let her get it. I want her to hold on to her imagination for as long as possible. I want for her to be carefree and have fun. I am in no hurry for her to grow up. It's highly overrated.
I love that she has her own agenda in life. She has her own, different ideas about things. And I love that she is confident enough to listen to her heart.
3 comments:
I really like this post. I would have let her have it too :) My daughter is at the same kind of stage
Thats nice. Logan is only 8 and I swear he seems to be more teenagerish every day. It bums me out.
I love the photo and I love your words. It's a keeper, forsure.
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