Cassidy can tie her shoes herself now. It’s slow going but I know that if I blink tomorrow she’ll be doing it at lightening speed… because that’s how time seems to go when you have a child.
The baby is born… then you blink and they are walking. Then you blink and they are talking. Then you blink and they are tying their shoe’s. Then you blink and they want you to drop them off a block away from school. Then you blink and they want you to extend their curfew to midnight so they can hang out with the a smelly, long haired boy that you CLEARLY heard cuss the other day. Then you blink and they are moving out… then before you know it, you blink and they are tying YOUR shoe’s for you because you are all old and senile and you can’t do it yourself. And then…
Anyway, she’s getting too big to fast. *I* want to tie her shoe’s. *I* want her to have to ask for help because I’m the damn MOMMY!
Our psychologist would probably be looking at me right now ready to tell me to let her grow up. Damn them and their stupid degrees!! And damn him for making me relate to my mother!!