tears of my child...

My child, my precious wonderful daughter...

She had a rough day.

She's six going on 16 and it all came out today.  She doesn't want to grow up.  She doesn't want to be a big girl.  She doesn't want to get a job and have a baby (because child birth hurts) and most importantly she doesn't want to have to make any decisions.

She's having a very hard time being six because she is so busy looking ahead to being 16, 26, 36...

The fears are real.  Her emotions are real.  The stress is real.

To her.

Mommy can not explain it away.  I can not tell her to buck up.  I can not tell her to get over it...

All I can do is scoop her up in my arms and tell her that she has time and time and time.

Tell her that she has me.

Tell her that she doesn't have to grow up right now while I hold her in my arms and dry her tears...

And Dr. Normal?

He can give her pudding...

I think we make a pretty good team.