Susan Dix Lyons' daughter is at 'that age,' making the difficult passage from childhood to independence. Here's her Perspective.
Sometimes I'll drive 30 minutes each way just to get her a taco. Anything, really, to make her happy and have her by my side.
Her silence thunders inside of me.
My daughter is 14 -- that stage when you reach the crest of the climb and suddenly begin to drop, all thrill and panic. She is magnificent, alive, full of private reproaches and fears, and her beauty is the storm that she doesn't see coming.
I think about how to reach her as I do a stubborn equation. What's the word limit for keeping her attention? How many minutes of Soundcloud does she need before I earn a question? Three? Seven?