I don’t think I will ever not tear up when i read a letter or an essay from a parents perspective about growing up.

It’s been 10 years this fall since I left for college. Playing ‘she’s leaving home’ by the Beatles till the cd broke. I still tear up everytime I hear it. I wasn’t grieving for me I was grieving for them, my parents.

I know how much they wanted for me. How much the person I had become was a direct result of what they did or did not want me to do.

As so many of my friends start having children I see the countdown begin. You really have only 15 years with this child. The puberty hits and turns them into this unknown hormonal adult that you hope by the time they are 25 they have worked out all the kinks of.

In the meantime this is pretty darn cute. The hat = totally my idea.

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