My daughter just turned 21 yesterday. We went out for breakfast, and later on she was going out to eat with her boyfriend and some friends. She wanted me to go too. I felt like the chaperon, and I had to tell her friends (some I'd met, some I hadn't) to quit calling me sir (dammit). It was a bit surreal having a drink with my little girl, which I vowed I wouldn't do, and at one point someone set a Jack and Coke down in front of her. I sipped it, and said "Nope. Thats a bit much kiddo" and she kind of smiled and said "Ok Dad, I won't". I was just looking over these kids she was with the whole time judging them, and glaring as if to say "Don't even think about corrupting my child mutherfuckers". I miss the days of her running up to me after work and wanting to play Polly Pockets, or go for a bike ride, or draw some pictures, or all the things little people do. She's not a little people anymore. I guess I have to just let go now.
It's one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
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