Why I M Proud My Teen Daughter Has Her Own Life
It’s scary. There’s no other way to say it. From the first day I held her when she was born, to her thirteenth birthday earlier this year, the entire journey has been scary. I still remember the days when “daddy” was all she cared about. When she asked me to take her to the park in the summer, or watch her make snow-angels in the winter. Later on she would ask me to record her doing flips outside on a stretch of grass....