Can you get that for me?…
I was all set to write about my California adventures but something more important has happened.
My daughter is now taller than me.
I’m gonna need a moment.
Now granted I’m 5ft 2in so I am a small person, but she’s eleven.
I already feel like our lives go a million seconds a minute now this.
She of course is elated.
My heart is breaking.
She already doesn’t need me to tuck her in.
She will ask me if I’m going to leave when I go in her room after work to say hi.
Is this going to make her need me less?
I already have not the stage where things I do embarrass her. Although by virtue of who I am that feels like a challenge.
Also I am pretty sure the people in the car next to us at the stoplight DO enjoy my singing along loudly to Jump Around.
Even if she doesn’t.
I realize we are hitting those years and I am scared. I feel like I haven’t done enough. I’m not ready.
I’m not ready for her not to need me.
I’m not ready for her to be taller than me.
Or maybe I am.
Now I have someone who can get stuff off the shelf for me.
So there’s that.
She’s an amazing kid and I knew this day was coming- just maybe not this fast.
For now I’ll take solace in the fact tonight she still wanted a hug at bedtime.
We got this Mommas
Or at least we’re gonna pretend we do.