Today I start this blog in an attempt to leave a lasting communication to my youngest daughter. I miss her small arms around me when she would give me a hug. I miss the sweetness in her smile and demeanor. I wish that I could go back in time and do things over again. I can't.
Today I am the mom of a 15 year old teenage daughter. I will survive. She will survive.
Knowing that teenagers seldom really hear what their parents are truly trying to tell them I hope to leave some lasting words of wisdom here, on this blog, in hopes that someday my words and her mind will mesh and understanding will seep in to her life and the choices she makes in the future.