I don’t know about you parents of girls out there but for me, raising girls freaks me the hell out. There’s so much more to worry about and so much more to guide them about. You worry about them finding the wrong boy…then you worry about them finding the right boy and leaving you. It’s just all one big clusterfuck of worrying. Believe me, I do plenty of it.

Last night as we were driving home from dance, just Hannah and me in the car, she decides to bring up a family member who goes back and forth between 2 significant others. She asked me why that person does that and I said who knows and it even confuses me. She then went on for about 5 straight minutes on how she would never let a boy do that to her. She would tell him that she’s had enough of that and tell him to be with someone else. She then told me that if someone told her he was married…well it would definitely be over. I laughed and agreed that that was probably a good way to start. She gave me other scenarios and even now, in her young 7 year old brain, she really hit the nail on the head with what kind of guys she wasn’t going to date and what she wasn’t going to put up with. I realize she’s 7 and so much changes but it’s nice to know that at least for now, she’s got standards and doesn’t want to be treated badly. I come from a long line of women being treated badly and that’s the last thing I want for my babies.

The older Hannah gets and the more she tells me the more I’m starting to realize that maybe I don’t TOTALLY suck at this…when it comes to her homework (which has improved drastically thank you all!) or her attitude (still working on that) I used to think that I really effed her up and there was no way in hell that I was good at this Mom thing. Turns out, I just might be.