Raising a Daughter… Without Going Crazy

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When I found out I was having a girl, I cried.

It wasn’t a beautiful cry.  It was a “my life is over” cry.

The tears only got worse when it hit me that my due date was my birthday.  I knew that what my mother had wished for me was true.  I was going to have a girl who was just like me.  The thought was terrifying.

I was not exactly an easy child.  (Frankly, I am not an easy adult, but that’s another story.)  My mother and I… we had our issues.  When I looked at that monitor showing my sweet, unborn infant, I saw my teen-aged self coming back to haunt me.  Needless to say, it was that moment when I knew parenting was not going to be easy anymore.  I knew what was coming in just a few short years.  I committed myself to pursuing something different with my daughter.

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