that really stink.... and one of them is that the older I get, the older my kids get. I'm ok with getting old, but I want my kids to stay kids forever.
and another is that things hit me harder than they used to... A softball player on an Austin high school team was in a fatal car wreck this week. She'd only had her license a month. Years ago I would have heard about it, felt sad for a moment and gone on with my life. I can't shake this one. It and several other fatal wrecks involving teenage drivers circulate through my daily thoughts.
Why? Taylor turned 15 this past weekend, and soon she'll be driving. If I think about it too much, I'll cry. If I could stop myself from getting older then my kids wouldn't get any older either. Taylor wants to get her driver's permit, but I told her she'd have to wait until after softball season. I know I have to come to grips with it, but I don't really want her driving. I really don't.
So, maybe it's not about getting older. It's about letting go...
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When you get older you realize how truly tragic some things are, and as a parent it always hits just a little too close to home. Its very, very sad when someone so young loses their life in such a ramdom way, and it really brings it home that none of us know when, or how, we're going to go. We have to live each day like its our last, because one day we'll be right.
Would you please blog for me? You are way too far away and I need my picture fix! Talk to you soon! I'll be home this weekend! Whoop!
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