What is she doing? Where is she off to? What is she thinking? What will become of her?
I don’t know. I can’t know. And that’s the thrill and the pain of this parenthood thing.
I teach her so that she can navigate the world. But then she wants to navigate the world. Already, she refuses to be held unless she’s very tired. She only wants to look outward, uncoiled and insurmountable.
She wants to have her say and she wants to say it loud.
What else would I want for her?
