Friday my fourteen-going-on-twenty-one-year-old-daughter sang in her last elementary school concert. Well, okay, technically it was her last middle school concert, but the point is that she starts high school next August and before I blink an eye she’ll be all grown up. The years sure have passed quickly.
Anaïs had a solo and she smiled at me from the stage as she stood there. Her voice is so beautiful. At first I was sad, thinking that this was the last time I’d see her on this stage, but then I realized that it’s not because I am going away, it’s because she’s growing up. No one ever told me being a parent would be so hard.
This is the hardest thing I have ever done.