Comfort in Life Without Change
For all the new things in my life, I find it increasingly comforting to go back to what I'm used to.
These days I'd rather listen to classic rock than the brand new album of the new star of the minute. I'm not one for changing my wardrobe to have the latest things, and I'd rather stay in my housing unit than actually have to find new digs. The old is comfortable for me, and while I don't live in the past, nor fear the future, I just know what I like.
I know that I like raising my girl the same way that I've been raised; with traditions, with steady schedules, and with some plain common sense. I don't need new parenting tips, or child care classes to get my kid to behave. I simply follow what my parents' have passed on. Considering I still consult with them on the big decisions, and genuinely like being in their company, and am pretty careful with both what comes out of my mouth and the tone that I speak, I think that they've done pretty well. I don't have any any enemies, have a good steady crew of friends, and I feel like I'm growing into the woman that I've wanted to be.
My girl is showing signs of great independence, self-initiated responsibility, and an awareness of the world around her. She's fairly smart about things, and I find that I don't worry much about her, if she's out of eyesight for a few minutes. 9 on the verge of 10 is a strange thing. She's still my baby, but I am continually recognizing her quest for freedom. She tests the limits once in awhile, but she's more apt to consider things through conversation, than by acting out of impulse.
Nothing new around these parts. A steady job, a growing girl, and a person becoming more aware. It's not just her that's growing up these days.