Vintage Slice 16

December 3, 2013

Five feet.
Three inches.
125 pounds.
Ten years old.

Andy gave her a nickname.
I was mortified when he suggested it,
Thought it was offensive.
Of course,
She loves it.

Boss.
It’s not something she would want you to call her, but us — the ones who share a house and breathing space with her — we’re allowed to use it.

I don’t use it.

Boss.
What mother wants her little girl to be called Boss?
Sweet.
Tender.
Gentle.

These are the words to describe a daughter.

But not this daughter.
She defines herself.

Strong.
Demanding.
Bold.
Confident.
Self-Assured.

Boss.
She’s redefined my vision.

And,
I will always be
grateful to be a mom to

Boss

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