Blue and Black

Now it's beginning to feel like Winter time. On with the snow---but snow, stay off the streets, please. Now that's a tall order.

Sky, going on 16, bundled up this morning for school; all in black, of course. She's excited this week to show off her new Christmas duds and accessories. And her newly dyed black hair. I mean blue-black hair. It's dark dark brown anyway, so not a huge change. Two of her friends also dyed their hair the same color. She's still in her "Goth" stage. Big brother John went through it, too, when he was that age. She's keeping a blog on LiveJournal now. It's pretty raw, but I'm glad she's able to express herself and it helps me to see how she really feels. No matter how cool a parent you may think you are or say you'll be someday, the fact remains that there's a generation between you and nothing will ever change that. Not just in age, but in attitude, lifestyle...everything. Some days she's just going to hate me just for being Mom. But this too, shall pass, so I tell myself. I'm enjoying her all I can and tell her how much I love her unconditionally and how special she is to me, even to the point of embarassment. She'll be grown and probably on her own in a few short years.