Well, not literally, since I don’t believe in Hell.
Because obviously, from the looks of this sign? There is, and it’s frozen there too.
No, what I’m talking about is the fact that NOT ONLY did I have the inevitability of my EldestDaughter’s impending birthday shifting her from one demographic to another (teen to 20-something), forcing me to deal with the fact that I am a parent to an *gasp* adult, but
YoungerDaughter is going to start dating.
There is a young man that she’s known for a long time, who recently asked her out.
Asked her out on a real, actual, date.
Not with a group.
Just two people.
And one of them is supposed to be her.
You would think, after going through this once before… with EldestDaughter, that I’d be prepared for this moment.
This, my YoungerDaughter, is not so much like her sister. This child, is, at heart, very sheltered, of her own volition. She chooses not to swear, like so many of her peers do on a regular basis. In fact, her friends call her “the innocent one”. She is pretty much without guile, without malice, and without a doubt, one of the nicest, sweetest, most child-at-heart people I’ve ever met. She has a spirit that has resisted becoming jaded, as so many kids are these days. By her own choice.
And now, a boy has asked her out.
Now, I don’t have anything against this kid. I’ve met him, and he seemed nice enough. Plus, he has her stamp of approval from years gone by, as they’ve known each other since they were in elementary school. She doesn’t give her loyalty easily, and once she does, it’s pretty much for life. So he must be alright.
But he wants to take my baby girl on a “big people” date!
I know, I know, I need to get used to the idea.
But I’ll be fried if I have to like it. So there.