I wonder how many more years she will want to snuggle on my lap and watch TV? Or read stories with me? Or demand hugs and kisses before bedtime? I’m terrified of losing her. Every time she opens her fresh mouth or rolls her eyes at me, I feel her slipping farther away. I know the moment will come when she'll cease to be mine and start to be her own. And I know that’s as it should be.
But the process of helping her get there is terrifying. I want my sweet little girl back. I want to go back to when it was all less complicated. But I love her no matter what and too much to ever stop trying. Even if she turns out like me, with a hereditary case of Hair Trigger Bitch Syndrome!.
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