|I streaked her hair blue.|
That can't be a good
parenting decision, right?
My mom would have had a fit!
For some reason, this is hitting me SUPER hard. I feel like my teaching moments are now over.
It feels like the first time you get behind the wheel after getting your license. You've read the book, you took the test, and you passed. But, this is the drive home from the DMV with your brand new license. Let's see how badly you can fuck this up.
Well, that's what it feels like anyway. I've taught her everything I know (and more, since I didn't know half the crap before I had to look it up on google or youtube). And now, it's time to see if she drives straight into a pole, or if she makes it home intact, per-say.
For some reason, this crippling doubt has crept in and can't be shaken. Logically, I know that she will still be exactly the same as yesterday, tomorrow. But I can't help feeling like I've failed her in some way. In most ways.
I'm a horrible example and I hope she does better than me. She didn't come with instructions on how NOT to screw it all up. But, I still feel like I should have done more.
And, I'm feeling old now that she's a teen. (ohmigawd, I can't believe I just typed that out loud! She's a teen! Someone hand me a paper bag, because I'm hyperventilating!)
I'm not going to lie, I'm totally freaking out. Is this my early mid-life crisis?