Time is short

Tuesday, January 3, 2023

Time is running out with my daughter.

It’s January, which means that it’s also my daughter’s birthday month. I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that this year, she’ll be 16. Sixteen… no longer a baby, not really a child either, but on the precipice of being a woman. It also means that I only have 2 years left with her. The thought of that makes me want to cry.

I cannot really remember what life was like before my daughter. She’s been my constant, my world, my number one since the moment I first heard her heart beat. I know it’s cliché, but it really does feel like yesterday that she was just learning how to walk. Now, she’s old enough to drive.

She’s growing up too fast. But she’s growing up to be an amazing person, not being bias. She’s intelligent, she’s beautiful, she’s kind and empathetic, she’s one of those people who will not let someone stand in her way. She’s going to be successful. I cannot be prouder of her. But I only have 2 years left.

My daughter isn’t going to be one of those kids that stay home until their 20’s or 30’s. No, she’s just as independent as me. The moment she’s leaves for college, that’ll be it. She’ll be gone. I know, I know, it’s not like I’ll never see her again. As close as we are, I’m sure we’ll talk damned near every day and visit as often as possible. But I won’t see her face, hear her voice, feel her hug every day.

This does not help my depression.