It’s interesting to see my daughter, now 11, grow into the woman she’s becoming. She’s her own person every day a little more. There’s nothing I feel I can offer her and yet, she still looks to me and tells me things about her life which truly is a mystery to me. She’s growing faster than I can comprehend sometimes. Just yesterday, she used to insist on piggyback rides and letting me do her hair. Where did that little person go? It’s not a lament for things past, it’s nostalgia for who she was to what she’s becoming every day. She’s more amazing every time I look at her. She may not need me as much, but in all honesty, I love her to stand and take the world on her own terms. I just hope I’ve had some small part in getting her ready for it.