I was talking with the kid the other day. It was an easy back and forth until I responded to something she said and she gave me that, "Oh my god, you must be the most clueless woman on the face of this earth" look. I don't remember what we were talking about but I do remember that look and, in that instant, the young girl my daughter is growing up to be flashed before my eyes.
Raising Tarah is a gift. My little girl is independent and still my baby, has her own opinions but still values mine, and is confident but unsure. She is witty and creative, is a voracious reader and has a flair for the arts. Tarah is an amazing little girl who is growing up. Finding, testing, and discovering her way as she grows, there will be days when friendships shift, kind words are in short supply both from and to her, or things just don't go her way.
Tarah is bound to hit a few bumps in the road and that's where I come in. I am the MC of things to come and I'll be standing by with the car keys. Yes, the car keys. When the bumps get her down, off we'll go for our yet-to-be-inaugurated "Bump in the Road Day." We'll go shopping, get our nails done, hang out at the library or watch the birds at the park. We'll grab the dad and head to the cities or meander through the towns. Maybe they ditch me and the dad and kid tube or fish, fire up the four wheeler, or catch a show. Anything to give her the space, the love and the fun to keep it all in perspective.
I am the master of second guessing myself, hashing/rehashing and letting the little things get me down and it's not what I want for my daughter. "Bump in the Road Day" here, soft shoulder, heavenly hug or a swift kick in the pants there and with two parents who love and adore her, Tarah will have the confidence and strength to know that no matter what the bump, it's not going to define, derail, or disappoint her for long - if at all.