Going through this with my 14 year-old daughter right now and it’s heartbreaking. And it’s just beginning. She still has her young moments where she wants me around. But she has never been an easy kid. I anticipate rough sailing ahead.

I just keep trying to hold on to the fact that my mom is my best friend and has been for a long time,

And I was a terrible daughter.

I know these years are difficult and terrifying but I know of very few instances where growing up didn’t bring children and parents back together.

He will come back to you.

But I hate this part too. Or maybe I just fear it.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.