Saturday, September 13, 2008
the window to the soul
I don't always understand my children. Does anyone, really? But sometimes I really wish that I could see inside their lovely, complex minds and figure out who they really are. This is one of the most interesting, complex, creative, loving, stubborn, thoughtful, wise little souls I've ever known. And I just don't get her.
Is it just me, or do we sort of grow away from our children as they grow older. It's very bittersweet. I felt like I knew her every thought and need as an infant, and then, as she grew older and more independent, I often feel like I'm living with a stranger.
Any parent advice on this situation would be most welcome on this soft, sad, rainy day.