My daughter is six. I am guessing it's not easy being six. This overwhelming desire to be independent with a desperate need for love and attention. It's a confusing thing. Times when she want to ride her bike around the block only to get half way there and have a need to turn around. To make sure someone is there to protect her. I see that in her eyes. She pedals slowly enjoying her freedom. On the other side she moves faster to get home. There was a second when I wasn't there and she desperately needed me. Or so I long to believe.
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