I think I somehow expected that my child, though of course imperfect and subject to toddler and teen tantrums, would inevitably turn out to be a person with whom I had a great deal in common, and yet was better, like a new and improved version of me (with, of course, some of my husband's characteristics that I most like thrown in). This has not come to pass. I see quite a bit that we have in common,** but she's clearly not any sort of version of me or of Cook. I have to respect that, and leave space for her to be herself, and try not to constrain her with my embarassment or disapproval.*** It's really hard for me to do, which is a character flaw that hopefully she didn't inherit, and I'm trying to do better at it. Hey, look, a resolution for 2009! Happy new year!
*I try not to do this too much, but damnit, she's such a good listener and so thoughtful, and I couldn't help myself.
** We both like pickles!
*** Within reason. I reserve the right to disapprove when she says that people are only beautiful if they wear fancy dresses.
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