Shopping with my eldest daughter has turned into a humbling experience. She's fifteen going onto sixteen, and she's blossoming. As we walk around together, people do a double take when they see her. And people at the stores, address hér, ignoring me.
I tell myself: 'That's alright. It's as it should be!' And as a mom I'm grateful by daughter is blooming.
But when I was out running, and a car drove buy, the driver honking and his passenger hanging out of the window, wolf whistling, I thought to myself: 'When I run solo, I've still got it!'
And the woman in me is kind of grateful.
Running solo
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Of course you still got it. But a nice dignified whistle is still appreciated every now and again!!
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