Echoes.

The saying that if wishes were horses…
Well, it just sucks.
Wishes aren’t horses and horses poop.
So why would you want wishes that poop?
You wouldn’t.

Suffice it to say, life has been, well, throwing me curveballs lately.
Being the single parent of a pre-teen that has decided to throw hormonal curveballs as though they were water balloons is challenging in a very specific sort of way – meaning that we’re both going nuts.
She because of reasons that are totally out of her control – we’ve all been through puberty, it’s terrifying.
Me because we’re entering a stage of a time where my daughter isn’t entirely thrilled with me, doesn’t do everything I ask her to do, and doesn’t fall over and cry in guilt whenever I get on to her.
This is new.

But we’re making it, she and I.
We’ve always made it.
She’s the best thing I’ve ever done and even when she’s at her worst, she’s still one of the best.
I can look at her and proudly think that I’ve done this – and largely on my own.
She’s amazing.
And we’re having a tough time.
But we’re having it together.

There is no ‘I’ in ‘Team’.
But there is an ‘A’ and since both of our names begin with an A, I think you know what that means…

Okay. It means nothing.
But we will be okay and she’ll be okay.
She’s the love of my life… easily.

I wonder if everyone enjoys their children this much overall – even through the crazy moments.
I hope so.

And now? A comic to make life better: