Okay, so, I was going to stop writing in this blog but suddenly I realized I simply didn’t want to. I am not sure what form it will take. I don’t know how often I will post, but I want June to be able to look back on this and see a bit of a tribute to her life, at least her young life, her little girl life.
Today I’ll write about the fact that June is nearly three and is definitely going through all of the challenges of that age. Fred and I just returned from Paris, and since our return June has been particularly crabby. Each time I leave the house now she says, “Mommy, are you going to come back?”
Sometimes, I start to worry about June; or, more specifically, I start to worry about myself as a mother. I start to wonder if I’m helping June to develop resilience, to develop a gentle heart. I worry that I am passing on my tendency to worry on to her and feel guilty about that.
Then I remember that it’s her age, that this is how it should be. That June is just a little girl.
