It is hard when you are facing the end of the “childhood years”. I didn’t want to see them go.My house is being taken over. Not by kittens, dogs or even more chickens. Teenagers. It is being taken over by Teenagers. 16 to 17 year old teenagers to be exact. 2 of which can drive mind you. It's cool, it's all good, Rosie needs friends of her own age around her. She is the oldest by at least 3 years in the neighborhood. Driving though, early morning trips to McDonalds for coffee or to wal-mart just to walk around. Starting tonight there is a 2 day horse show. Of course I am working, and will be dead before the weekend is out. 4 of her friends are coming to park at the house and go to the show with her. 1 of them is Landon. Yes.....you heard it right Landon, a Boy......help. They are just friends. Friends my foot, she has had a crush on him for 5 years now and he only lives 10 minutes up the road. Friends does not equate the jumping around and acting a fool that she did when she got off the bus and told me he was coming to the show.
Again, this is good for Rosie. I repeat this is good. I love and miss grandma. Grandma beat Rosie down and she shut herself off from her friends. She used to have some of these girls here before grandma moved in. I've missed them. Of all things for this breakthrough I have the fight to thank for it. She gets hurt and her friends rallied around her and were here at the house for her. Now, the house is becoming the after school and weekend hangout. Rosie is also now taking a interest and actually studying the drivers manual. She could have gotten her permit in May when she turned 16, did not interest her.
This is a huge adjustment for me. My one and only baby is growing up. It is hard enough listening to her discuss colleges knowing in 2 years she is gone. Now lets throw in boys and driving into the mix and I want to go bury my head into the sand. She is a good kid though, keeps excellent grades, and has never been in any trouble so it could be a whole lot worse. It is time for me to start loosening the reins a bit as much as I do not want to.
Julio it is a good thing you like to be held, I need an emotional support chicken right now.