This is a post about mothering. Just mentioning that in case someone needs to keep scrolling for whatever reason.
But for those who have been here, or are coming here, or care about it, maybe you will appreciate this sharing.
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I saw my daughter crush blush for the first time tonight 😀😍💘
I’m living for these moments with her right now, grateful to have the time to dedicate to them.
I didn’t spend a lot of time with her when we were up north and I was in school. My friend basically adopted her and I took that space to get a degree done. I am grateful to that woman and her beautiful family and I know she loves my girl. And over that span of three years my daughter shot up a foot. Now at barely thirteen, she is five six and borrows my shoes.
And so I am glad to have this time right now. Though I am constantly being informed of the *right” way of doing things–yes, even though I am so wildly out of touch that my recognition of a Harry Styles song comes as a great surprise–she still wants to hang out with me, watch movies, go shopping, take the dogs to the woods, go over to grandma’s next door and hang out with her… Pretty soon she will be off on adventures, and I know this – but I will always want her to know that home and mom are safe spaces and that I will always have open arms for whoever she is.
So I try and take note of each of these new moments because they are the only ones that will ever happen, and they happen more and more quickly and frequently by the day. It’s wild to witness this so closely, but who am I to deprive her of this thrill? I want her to love it, and to be smart about it. That’s where I’m putting my focus instead.
Tonight a young person (I don’t assume to know their gender) walked by and dropped a folded piece of paper with “my socials, let’s be friends” on the table in front of my daughter while we were out with my mom. I tried to maintain a decently nonchalant manner but there was nothing I could do about my eyebrows and as she focused very, very casually on the burger in front of her, her cheeks became inflamed.
The only other time she’s ever had cheeks that red, I had to rush her to the hospital because I could not get the fever down, and it was dangerous.
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