It's About Me

I look in your eyes and that dazzling smile doesn’t reach your amber eyes. Young and not so carefree, has life bogged you down? What happened to that happy little girl? I hadn’t noticed until now and I’m sorry. How do I ask? How do we talk about it? Do you even know?

Your life didn’t turn out the way you wanted, I can see that. But it was your choices, right? Headstrong and stubborn you insisted on doing it the hard way. And the easy way. Will you give your girls free reign or are you going to help them make choices different than yours? That’s what parents do. Cajole, plead, insist…and watch that child walk away and make their own path. Or will you be so wrapped up in your own life that you leave them without direction? That too is a choice. One that should be made carefully. But you’re not thinking about them right now.

I worry about your eyes. I worry about what I see there.

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