I’ve said before here that I’m terrified of having a little girl, this is mostly becuase I had a hard time growing up as a girl (though I admitedly never experienced growing up as a boy), and I have a hard time being a woman now, but I think there are a lot of things my daughter – getting used to saying that – can teach me, and a lot of things she can force me to learn.
I am going to have to take a look back to try and remember things my mother did right. I think we were two pretty good kids, my sister and I. We were certainly some of the less-troublesome teenagers that I’ve ever met, and I think we both grew up pretty well, with some bumps along the way. The thing is, I don’t remember a whole lot of specific parenting, we just lived.
But then too, I have to think about the chance that my daughter will be something completely different from me, a girly girl with lots of boyfriends who loves short skirts and make-up and everything else they talk about in Seventeen Magazine. A teenager who loves to party and breaks curfew (I didn’t even need a curfew).
There are basic rules that Joe and I have agreed on (we will be the parents who won’t yell at you for being drunk as long as you call us for a ride instead of getting in the car of anyone who was drinking with you), and things we will have to talk about (I’m pretty sure he’s not serious about the no dating until you’re 30 thing, but I need to make sure).
I want her to have her freedoms, I want her to be strong and grounded, I want her to be smart – I want her to be all the things I have learned along the way, all the things I have grown into, I just want her to get there faster than I did. But I’m sure she’ll show me whole new ways of becoming an great adult.