Fifteen

I had a realization this week. One that shook me a bit. My girls asked me to tell them some stories of my teenage years. So I did. And as I retold the story that is a very clear memory, I realized that my daughter is the same age I was during that story. I realized she will be retelling stories one day of this age and I am the mom in the story. Oh my.


Most of all though I became extremely grateful for that realization. Grateful for the gentle reminder that I need to stay present in conversations, listen intently to stories of their lives and be a great part of those memories.

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2 thoughts on “Fifteen

  1. I like this post, Chris. Oh, and I think a good future post might be the Glamour Shot of you on your 16th birthday and that memory. The girls might faint if/when they see mine, though.

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