She sits and stares at the floor as she speaks to me. She mumbles and struggles a bit to find the answers to the questions. She doesn't know that I already know the answers.
The words that come out of my mouth are not words that would have come out 13 years ago, hell not even last year. But life is different now, hers and mine. Besides, this is my child, and things just aren't the same as they used to be.
Plans Change
Mike Tyson once said, "Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face". This is so true. Life moves fast and you have to be able to adapt.
I won't lie, my eyes welled up yesterday as I thought about all the shit lately, and who I am, and who my daughter thinks I am. I'd fight to the death for her, no matter what. That's what parents do. Good parents anyway. I know she doubts it though. That's what teenagers do.
Being Scared is Scary.
As we continue our talk I can't help but think there's a part of her that has to be scared too, yet as the conversation drags on she gains momentum and speaks clearer and with more puropse. Her mother helps with this. She's more comfortable speaking to her mother than to me. I don't lie. I tell her I'm scared. Scared of what the future holds for all of us, but I will fight for and with her.
Being Scared is Scary.
As we continue our talk I can't help but think there's a part of her that has to be scared too, yet as the conversation drags on she gains momentum and speaks clearer and with more puropse. Her mother helps with this. She's more comfortable speaking to her mother than to me. I don't lie. I tell her I'm scared. Scared of what the future holds for all of us, but I will fight for and with her.
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