Brought over from FB. Posted in 2012. She was 14.
Call from Lulu this afternoon went something like this …
“Mom, my homework is done, my clothes are in the washer, I am unloading the dishwasher and then I’ll start supper. What do you want on your pizza?” I came home to the best french bread pizza ever … mushrooms, onions and pickled jalapenos just like I like it 🙂 LOVE our baby girl!!!
I confess, I missed the signs. Now only in hindsight do I realize what she was doing. She’d always been a mini adult, responsible to a fault. She rarely cried. She was never ANY trouble. A pure joy! Perfect! To me … my perfect miracle. But somehow I failed in letting her know that her best was good enough. That she could cry. That she could just be a kid. That she could stop carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. That she could stop trying to please me.
Regrets, I have a few.
As always, more to come.