It’s so hard every year as my daughter gets older. While I have five teens and four of them are girls, she is my biological child and my only girl.
Every step I take with her is the last of it’s kind.
My youngest step daughter follows in her footsteps but it isn’t the same kind of heartache that accompanies each of her milestones. Not like it is with Brielle.
Tonight was the 8th grade dance. It was her first real dance.
The first one where she got her hair all fancy and some makeup and got a special dress and went with a boy.
Okay she met the boy there, but still…
What made it especially sad for me is that it is becoming abundantly clear that I cannot keep her in the middle school forever.
In a few short months, I do have to let her go off to high-school. That in itself is a scary thought. It’s time and I have to be willing to let go and tonight that just made me sad. I’ll live. I’ll get over it. But it still sucks.
In the meantime I’ll just enjoy the photographs and memories she continues to provide me with.