Is it selfish that a part of me wishes my little girl would never grow up? My greatest worry with my child is that one day all of this going on around her will finally strike her as being odd or “not normal”. Every year I say the same thing, how lucky I am to have such a perfect daughter despite the set of circumstances we are forced to deal with. But as the years go by, she remains happy, loving, and seemingly oblivious to any sort of tension between her mother and I. Not that there has ever been anything confrontational, but the stories she tells me about her moms bad moods are always cause for concern. She always tells me them just like its a normal part of her day, same as her other siblings play habits or what she ate for lunch that day. She even took what happened with the miscarriage in stride. I can tell shes disappointed, but like everything else she experiences, she simply adapts and remains a smiling little child. Who’s comforting who? I wish she could teach me her secret to handling every day with a smile, because I could definitely learn a thing or two about holding up after she has to leave me for two weeks at a time.
