Growing up

The day begins early. My daughter no longer wakes me, I hear her singing to music as she gets ready for school. It is a delight that finally school has become a place she wants to go to, not something to be dreaded. Finally she is in sixth form, doing all the subjects she likes, with many free periods and the teachers treating her as an adult. In many ways she has longed for this time. She has been mature in some ways beyond her years, ignoring the peer pressure for alcohol , drugs and sex, and standing alone. Now she has dancing out of school and she is lit up. She has found her crowd. The crowd that range from 17-78 that like her for who she is. In other ways she is still a little girl. Cautious of going out by herself after dark or getting buses to places she doesn't know. But little by little her confidence is growing and she is becoming the wonderful woman she has been destined to inhabit. Caution is not such a bad thing. It keeps her within her own limits. But when she dances. WOW. She is something. Like a bird in flight. My little girl is growing up.