Sunday, December 23, 2007
DOAEN 15: Winter Break
Last night you read me your Declaration of Independence while I sat on the couch watching the Food Network with the sound turned down. All I could do was to listen, a goldfish whom you'd dumped out of her glass. I'd never heard you speak to me like that before. You told me to bug out of your life and how you were an adult and not some 14-year old girl and how you knew the difference between good and bad people and I was acting crazy and didn't know what I was talking about. That kind of stuff. I think you went on for 10 minutes while I sat there remembering who I was when I was your age and no one could tell me shit. I resented a bunch of grownups dictating what I should do and how I should do it when it was my life and I knew what I needed better than anyone else, and I was right. So my darling, we have reached that point with each other as I step aside to let you to make your own mistakes. I give you my blessing as you give me your own gifts, making me glad that I'm an older woman who's already learned the bittersweet lessons of the heart.