Home Sweet Home
I’m back in Charlottesville…these trips are always a bit bittersweet, because they’re usually just for a weekend here and there. But, nonetheless, it’s good to be home.
My parent’s home is such a safe and relaxing place for me – it puts me completely at ease.
My parents are out of town until Sunday, so it’s just me and Yena here…and all I’m feeling right now is such pride – she’s really becoming quite a beautiful, intelligent, young woman. She’s kind, capable, smart, funny and so easy-going. It makes my heart happy to see her growing, to see her enjoying life…yet at the same time, I feel as though I can relate to the parent’s burden; the pain that you feel when you see your child (or in this case your baby sister) dealing with the crap of life. You want so badly to be able to bear that burden for them – but you know that you can’t, and that part of life for her is going to be dealing with that.
I want to love her as best I can during these, her teenage years, I guess I’m not always sure what that way is. All I know is that she is light years ahead of where I was when I was that age, and that also makes me glad. I just want the absolute best for her, and it’s not something that I can accurately express, and it certainly isn’t something that is felt very often.
*sigh*
I love my baby sister, and it makes me simultaneously thrilled and anxious to see her on the cusp of womanhood.
It’s good to be home.
