Her own person

I was watching my daugther today. She's lost that self-conscious essence about her; we only see sparks of it every now and then. She's more confident, can converse with the best of them, and is still her daddy's girl.

She just loves to spend time with him, whether it's riding to the store or throwing a few pitches in the field. SHe loves to spend time with me too, but she didn't have a whole lot of time with him over the past couple of years and they're making up for it.

She signed up for softball this year and she brought the schedule home yesterday. Between soccer and practice, there was an activity every night.

"I just can't do all this," I said shaking my head. I want her to be involved and do the things she enjoys, but every night is not possible.

"That's why they have buses mom, you don't have to come to every game."

And that's when it hit me. We are not one person. She is her own little entity, spreading out, exploring her universe, and although she informs me she wants me there sometimes, has made it perfectly clear she's going to do quite fine on her own.

Excuse me while I decide whether to laugh or cry.