Monday, June 18, 2018


This past Saturday, Precocious Daughter got a car.

Her grandfather - my Dad - paid for this awesome first ride. I can't even begin to express my gratitude. I feel as if every argument and clash we've experienced is worth it if the result is that my PDaughter has this amazing little sedan at her disposal.

It's a Mazda 3. It's a year newer than my Benedict Cumberhatch and has about half as many miles. It's pretty stripped down, relatively speaking, but I feel it's a perfect first car that way.

And I also feel...that maybe now we're roommates?

I mean, I'll always be her mom. She'll always be my kid. Yet...

She's 18. She's a high school graduate, and an incoming college freshman. She has a job interview in two days.

When she wants to go out, she tells me. She doesn't ask me.

She needs new contact lenses. She'll get them this week, without me.

My heart is so light. Yet so full.

My life is good.

THANK YOU to all who have helped make it so.

Our lives are different, but we all simply want to advance on our prior inspirations.

Whether you have kids or not, I hope you're looking to live beyond yourselves.

I believe in all of us. 

<3 <3 <3


  1. The way PDaughter has passed many milestones with such grace and aplomb almost makes me forget the most important question which is, What will she name her new car?

  2. I hope your daughter enjoys her car!


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