I took a long walk yesterday for the first time in ages, and my youngest went with me. Her 11-year-old legs had a hard time maintaining my adult pace, so she jogged a little here and there to stay by my side. I know I’ll soon be struggling to keep up with her as she grows into a teenager and then a young woman. Our relationship will change, and so will the moments we have together. Some will be bad, some will be good. All will be different.
I will remember that walk yesterday, her innocence, her curiosity, her laugh, and those little legs trying to keep up with mine.
This is really beautiful. My relationship with my mom has just gotten better as I have gotten older. Wishing the same for you and your daughter.
Thanks, Samantha. That is so nice to hear.
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