"Well you know it isn't a first kiss if it lands on the cheek." "It's only a kiss if it's on the lips." How do we go from "mommy what color is that?" to the ins and outs of a first kiss. These are the conversations I am hearing and being a part of with my soon to be teenage daughter. Time has somehow morphed into warp speed and my once innocent little girl is contemplating her first kiss. How does a parent learn to make it through each day of monumental changes that happens to a teenager. We are considering getting a drug dog next, just in case. There is no amount of books to read or classes to take to prepare you for the ever evolving life of parenting. We go into it essentially blind, hoping not to totally screw them up. Begging God to watch over them when we cannot be there and praying that we are doing it right.
this was inspired by this weeks read, write, poem prompt, in listening to conversations and writing in the form of prose. i haven't been out much, so all i have to go on is my daughter and her friends conversations.