My second daughter, Abi’s sister, is growing up.
OK, that’s not surprising and I should be thankful, she has now surpassed Abi’s age by three years. Yet, now, aged 15, I see this young woman transformed before me. The same height as me, the same determined look in her eye, the same belief that she is right…
She shouts at me to stop ‘staring’ yet I find myself unconsciously gazing in wonder at her beauty and maturity.
All of a sudden.
I’m told (by text) I don’t need to collect her from school, she’s off to town with her friends. Having spent so long trying to establish friendships with new people who don’t know her history, I know how important this is to her.
Yet I’m sad. I’m unprepared.