OK.

Call me slow. I actually thought I was clever, I actually thought I was doing the right thing. But I’m slow.

You my beautiful daughter are yet again teaching me a thing or two.

See, I misread (well mum and I) your request for more freedom, for more flexibility as a sign you were growing up. And you are by the way. You’re showing signs of being a truly selfless, compassionate and amazing woman. But I digress. But you growing up doesn’t mean you don’t want to connect.

It doesn’t mean you don’t want to play. It doesn’t mean you’re ready to lose your childhood.

You want more. You want your freedom and your special moments, games and laughter.

And I’m so slow in recognising it. And for that I’m sorry.

I will be your parent still, and still teach you the values that you need for life, but I’m going to be that person (as I know mum is) you see as fun and funny and who makes you feel safe.

I’m sorry I’ve taken that away (accidentally).

I can’t wait to bring it back. I didn’t realise how much I missed it!!

I love you Schnooks