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A Mother Knows

It was the day before her tenth birthday and all the women sat around an old oak table. She listened closely around the corner as they began to mingle and gossip. The oldest talked about the past and hopes for the youth. The youngest shared their pain and hopes for the old.

Story after story was brought up until Mama finally spoke. Her ears strained to listen but she didn’t have to wait long.

“My baby is turning ten tomorrow and it only feels like yesterday I was rocking her to sleep,” Mama said.

“Come now. She’s still your little one,” assured Mama’s sister.

“Yes, but it isn’t long before she goes off to college,” Mama answered with worry in her voice.

“Sshh…child. She takes after her mother and is already following in your foot steps,” Grandmother said softly.

She pulled her ear away and tilted her head. She looked behind her and down at her feet. How did they know she was following Mama’s footsteps? How was that a good thing?

Curious to know the answer, she ran out from her hiding place and into Great Grandmother’s lap.

The little girl looked into each of the women’s eyes and asked, “Why is it a good thing I’m following Mama’s footsteps?”

Great Grandmother chuckled, “Because your mother is a hard worker and has come a long way. She’s doing well for herself. Don’t you want to do well too?”

Squirming under the watch of the women, the little girl nodded her head shyly and probed, “But, why must I follow her footsteps? Why can’t I create my own?”

Shaking her head in good humor, her mother stretched out her hand for her baby. The little girl walked over to her and Mama kissed her atop the head before saying, “She doesn’t mean that you won’t make your own footsteps. You can zig and zag as much as you want. Just don’t forget to come home to these arms, okay?”

The little girl’s eyes shone bright as she nodded her head and kissed Mama on the cheek. But before she ran off, Mama caught a glimpse of the many generations of women in their family and she knew that her baby would be just fine for the years to come.

© 2016 Jessica Santos

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Reality Check for the Parents of a Grown Daughter

Dear Parents,

Contrary to popular belief, I am not the baby any more. I traded in my baby fat for a pair of tits and an ass however big they are. I also somehow got a monthly bloody visitor thrown in the mix. She can be quite annoying, but oddly enough I catch myself anxiously awaiting her arrival from time to time.

Now, you may begin to think that this is just a “kid” whose acting out, rebelling or doesn’t understand the real world, but you are sadly wrong.

I’ve been hollered at by random guys, fending off the wrong crowd, fighting against peer pressure (even though at times I lost, but it did teach me several valuable lessons) and a witness to people walking in and out of my life. I admit that you probably have more experience in these fields, but you were once in my shoes. I’m sure you tried to have this discussion once before.

Regardless, I wanted to give you a heads up. I fuck, have a drink or two, and even experiment either with drugs or with life itself.

My goals haven’t changed though. I’m still working at being better than you (as you love to constantly remind me that this should be my number one goal). But, in order to do that, I have to gain more experience so that one day I can be in your shoes and warn my son or daughter against the very things I’m currently doing.

I promise that I’m doing this under my own consent and in full acknowledgement of what is going on. I know the harms of experimenting but I also see the many benefits as well.

Like I said, this is for my own good and I’m telling you now, because from my experience, it’s always better to be straight instead of beating the bush, even though figuratively speaking that can be very fun.

No matter what though, you did teach me to always be honest with you and more importantly myself. So see me for what and who I am now, not the baby who use to run around the house naked (though I don’t deny that I still do that on those hot summer days) but as a new and rising adult.

Oh! And if I happen to come stumbling through the front door, then please help me out like you would a friend. I don’t need the lecture. I’m fairly certain I’ll be pretty pissed at myself for getting carried away, especially when that hangover hits me.

But, until then, love me for me and know that I’m in college now. It’s time to “broaden my horizon” and give a toast to life.

Cheers!

Your Loving ADULT Daughter