She wants to date. And she wants to date, BAD!
Boys that are far older than she is... and boys that have been around the block a time or two.
Men that have already fathered children and who don't even care how hard it is to raise young ones... because they're the 'love 'em and leave 'em" types.
She has no idea what she's in for, and she hates my guts right now for not allowing her to do what she wants, even though I do know what's best for her.
I understand what she's going through, because it wasn't all that long ago, that I was young myself... and I remember the longing for love and the dreaming of someone who would love me forever.
I remember the urges and the excitement and the new-found knowledge that I had the power over the opposite sex.
We've had "the talk", and she said she understood.
I've held her as she's cried... and then she pushes me away and runs off and hides in her room.
The screams of frustration and anger at my saying "no" are breaking my heart, but she doesn't want to listen to a single word I say anymore.
Our close bond and treasured moments are just a memory now, because she's blossomed as a woman, and she's moved beyond my reach.
And I think back and wonder what I must have put my poor mother through, all those years ago...
At least my potential suitors didn't pee on every door in the house.