Thursday, 29 March 2012

Looking without really seeing.

Sometimes you look but forget to see.  I am guilty of this at times.

My Pre-teen daughter is sat on the sofa as I write this.  I am proud to see how she is turning into a beautiful young lady, mainly all legs (the gangly stage - lucky girl !) She is becoming 'her' and discovering herself, who she is, what she likes and dislikes and although this can at times cause tension and disagreements I am immensely proud of her every achievement.

She has recently had her hair cut into an elfin type bob which at 12 is going against the grain in terms of standing out from her peers that all sport the same Stepford type 'uniform' hair and although she has experienced people calling her boy names she simply explained 'They must be jealous that I can do it and its just because I like it"  Wise words and ones that will stand her in good stead for the road to adulthood where it is sometimes easier to fade in than stand out and risk judgement.

As her Mother I support her with my whole heart even when that at times goes against what I want but she is, after all, her own person and allowed to discover this whilst knowing I am here to catch her if it all gets too much. My children, my life, my love.