|via un amore per sempre|
Despite being a mere 26 years old when I had her, putting an abrupt end to my glittering post-graduate career (hah!) I now feel like an old head atop weary shoulders. When did I become the moralistic one? And where does one draw the line? I am her friend, but I am also her parent and I think the latter must always win out. It's hard in a way that I wasn't expecting.
And the irony is - I find myself thinking gratefully that I am not working now and I can devote myself to stepping along these treacherous paths, but then I think maybe it's the other way round. Maybe these paths are treacherous because I am not working and have the time to get so involved?! Would I be better off not knowing? I also wonder quite how far I can go in the vortex of day to day parenting; isn't I time they weaned off me?!
So all in all a challenging time. And there I was worrying about my hairstyle! Life has a way of reminding you what matters at opportune times. Deep breath - tomorrow is another day, maybe she's right and I need to chill out; it wouldn't be the first time that has been the case!