It seemed so insignificant, but this was a huge deal to her.
She’d been looking forward to this moment for years, and it had finally come.
She turned 13 on Christmas day.
More importantly, to her, she was now legally old enough to ride in the front seat of the car.
It’s weird how quickly perceptions shift. It seems like yesterday she still needed me for everything. In many ways she still does, but she’s growing more and more independent and self sufficient every day. It’s beautiful to watch, but it’s sad too.
Each day, she takes a little more control of life into her hands. Control I’ve had to let go, but it’s more than that.
It’s an acceptance that I’m not in the front seat of her life all the time anymore. An acceptance that I’m going to be spending a lot more time in the back…watching from a growing distance…as she experiences what life has to show her.
It’s simultaneously exactly what I want for her, and exactly what I don’t want to deal with.
Maybe you can relate.