Now that she has permission, she does it very sporadically, and I have been tempted many times to urge her to take razor in hand and get the deed done. But, I don't, because if I do, it is almost like I am accepting the fact that she is growing up...and I don't, at all.
What I like about my daughter is that she still holds my hand when we walk in a parking lot and she still wraps my arms around her when we are hanging out at the house. She trusts me, and she loves me. What I have done to deserve such things, aside from the occasional quesadilla, is beyond me. But, her belief in me keeps me going.
It has been tough times at Casa McD, no one will dispute that. No matter how happy we are, life is topsy- turvy. I try to remind myself that through everything, we have each other and that is enough. But on some days, it is hard to remember and one gets sad, even though one should see past today and know tomorrow will be better.
So, I don't say anything about the stubble, because I would rather she stay little - even at 5'2 3/4". I would rather we not talk about shaving and acne and anything of the like, because right now, she still thinks I get everything right. And when the moment comes that she figures out that is not at all true, I will at least have had enough time to store up every good thought I have of us in my little box of memories to get me through the tough spots.
