My daughter turned nine today and I’ve had mixed feelings of pride and fear all day.
On one hand I’m thrilled that we’ve made it this far and that, thus far, parenting has not been too challenging. But then I’m reminded that this is just the beginning.
For years she was simply just a child before a few girlish tendencies began to develop. And what do I have to look forward to for the next ten years? I’m not sure, but when I think back on myself as a girl (puberty, boys, self-esteem, body image) I scared—out of my mind!