It’s pretty nice today. 18 degrees and sunny. A couple hours ago my oldest daughter’s neighborhood friends rang the doorbell.
They came to ask if she could play at the park. They didn’t have to say it, but I knew I wasn’t invited 😜.
My daughter is turning 5 at the end of this month. In her 4.95 years on earth she has NEVER been more than 15 feet away from an adult. She has never ventured off without us.
Sure, the park is directly behind my house, I can watch her every move from my deck, but that isn’t the point.
The point is that this is the beginning of the end!
My daughter is slowly, but surely gaining her independence. It’s a good sign of progression, but it hurts a little bit inside. She left to play in the park without me. That’s our thing!
Soon she will be going to school alone, shop for her own clothes, making her own money (can’t wait for that 😂) and then she’ll move out!
I suppose it is a good thing that the independence come in small steps. If it came all at once, I think most moma would fall apart. At least I would.
The most important thing I can do right now is teach my daughter how to be responsibile and to be aware of her environment. She knows our names, but I think I’ll teach her our address now.
Aaaaaah. This parenting thing is hard!