How to let go... a little bit.
It all seemed so easy. Growing up with these two gals. There were times with just the three of us that we laughed til we pee'd. Times we cried, together, under blankets, sweatshirts, pillows, looking out windows, in the kitchen, on the bed, in the mall... everywhere. These girls have been my reason for over twenty years. Yeah I know everyones children are their reason, but do you know how lucky I have been? I have never had a single night of worry about these girls. They have been honest with me, fair, and considerate of my feelings from the beginning. True there were a few nights I wasn't THRILLED with their decisions, but they always came home when I said, answered ALL my questions, and took the heat when they deserved it. I always got phonecalls where they were, who they were with and good or bad.... what they were doing. How do you change that? Am I supposed to change that? When do I start to want them to grow up and go away? Because I don't, not ...