I know my parents are excited for me as my life moves forward, but I think they might also miss the little girl who used to climb onto their laps.
Maybe they miss that little girl the same way I do. The way I wish I could still think in black and white. The way I just knew how to love everyone. The way any problems in life could be fixed with a band-aid and a kiss from mommy or daddy.
But in the same way, we both are excited at the person I’m becoming. I wouldn’t go back if I could, growing up is part of it all. It means accomplishing things all on my own, it means making my own mistakes.
Sometimes I wish I could talk to “kid me”. But I think that she wouldn’t understand me. She wouldn’t be able to see how she was going to grow up into this person I’ve become.
Would she like me?
Would she be happy and proud? I hope so…