Last spring break.
Yesterday was a special day. I spent the day with two up and coming young women. One was a sixteen year old,(my youngest daughter) and the other was an eighteen year old,(my oldest daughter).
The eldest soon will be embarking upon her own adventure. She has been anxious and ready to be on her own at a very young age. She is determined. She began talking and walking when she was 9 months old.Her first word was dada. She has decided she will be a graphic designer. Look out world. She will be a driving,and motivating force, who goes after what she wants.
The youngest is still deciding what she will do in the future. She is making decisions that will impact her future. She is a watcher and observer. At 13 months she decided to walk. I didn't hear the usually baby speech babblings from her. Her first word was a sentence spoken at 11 months. "I want some water." Whatever she decides, it will be her choice and not mine.
Self reliant children is what they appear to be. Yes, that is what I wanted. However, I sometimes miss the days when they were little. " Where is the little girl I carried? Where is the little boy at play? I don't remember growing older. When did they?" (lyrics from "Fiddler on the Roof")click on title"Little Women" for a video.
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