It has occurred to me this morning that both by daughter and I are in transitional spaces. Perhaps that explains so many of our occasional head bumping episodes. We are both in the process of coming to terms with who we are now, what is the same and worth keeping, and what we want to be rid of and who we wish to become. So, many internal meanderings.
I am single again, and yet have a totally different perspective on this than prior to my 16 years of marriage. I am older, no longer mistaken for being "underage" and yet not old enough to fit into the retirement crowd either...somewhere in the middle for sure.
My daughter too is in an 'awkward' age (she frequently uses that word to describe her feelings in various situations). She is at 13 no longer a little girl, and certainly her looks for the most part put her closer to 16. She isn't content with the kid stuff that once amused her, but she is reluctant to plunge into responsible roles that come with maturity. One minute she wants to be treated like a responsible young adult and the next she wants to be coddled like a child. Hmmmmm.
I am not quite sure how all this middle stuff will play out, but I am quite certain the best tact to take is to reflect on the passage daily. Makes me think if an old movie title: Middle Age Crazy...so if it gets rocky at times, I am guessing it is to be expected.
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