I thought I was going to lose my dinner last night when Nicole informed me I was going to need to run to the store. I am one of those men who does not mind running to the store to get womanly items, and I’m used to running out occasionally for her. What I wasn’t prepared for, was who they were for.
How could my little girl need them? My little girl with that beautiful blonde hair and those tight little ringlet curls and her pretty fancy dresses. How could she need them yet? Oh yeah. Because she is thirteen.
It was inevitable of course, this thing she is succumbing to. Her body becoming more and more womanly everyday. It is so hard to see her in certain clothing, or listen to her when she talks about certain things. I don’t have my baby anymore. She’s all grown up.
The plus side to this of course, is that she came to Nicole for help. At any point at her concert she could have gone to her mother, and she didn’t. I will never know why, because she is closest to her mother. But she came to Nicole who of course handled it with grace. I knew something was up because my daughter was walking around looking for Nic and kept saying “I need to talk to her.” Well, she did and I just knew.
I guess I have to let her go. I have to stop thinking of her as that little girl with pigtails and curls and see her for who she is. A strong willed, independent, beautiful young lady who is growing up right before my eyes. Who knew it would be so hard?
