Dad on Duty #97

Riding home from big girl soccer tonite.

Just me and my girl.  She’s sitting in the front seat next to me.

Because she’s a big girl now.

She plays her music.  And her favorite song, right now, is a love song about a boy and a girl who are young, but in love, and trying to find their way.

She is learning this song in her music lessons.   It really is a beautiful piece and a good song to play if you’re trying to combine guitar with vocals, which she is.

And I want her to do that.

But…..

What I don’t want her to do is fall in love with some boy.
One from the problems is on male
She’s singing the verses, and she sounds great.  Really.  She is a gifted singer, and I wish she would do more with that.

Except, I don’t like the subject.

But she sings it with gusto, and real emotional commitment.  Her and this boy have this relationship, and it is secret and beyond the reach of her (and his) parents.  She injects real power into the verses.

I sit silently.

I will lose her, someday, to some boy. Much, much sooner than I am prepared to accept.

I don’t know how, possibly, this boy could understand what she means to *me*.

The.  World.