Today. I hung around awhile, then asked my daughter, "Do you want me to stay?"
"Whatever you want," she said.
She was at the table with all her little friends happily decorating her math folder. The girls were drawing flowers, spirals and rainbows.
You want your kid to be independent. And then she's independent and suddenly you have a hollow feeling in your stomach.
Another parenting dilemma. Is this worse than the terrible threes? (probably not)
But what am I going to do when she wants to go to college? Just say no?