How old is she?

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she is 21 and she is gone to mexico, she loves it more than germany, i understand her well, but i need to be near my roots, i proved it some years ago and lived for 3 years in italy, i had to come back, cause i was longing for germany, strange, but its the truth.

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I know what you mean about being near your roots. When I was younger I spent two years traveling all over the United States and Mexico. Even though I was in the USA most of the time, by the time two years was up, all I wanted was to come back to California.

Some people say, "Home is where you hang your hat." I say, "Home is where the heart is." Which is right here!

Is your daughter planning to stay in Mexico?

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yes she wants to live there for ever, but i know well that forever is not allways for eternity. When I went to Italy, I planned to stay forever. My forever lasted only 3 years. We`ll see what the future brings.
I think its an important experience to leave home and to walk on your own feet wherever life tells you to go.


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After I read this yesterday, I got up to take a shower and while I was showering I was thinking of my own daughter, who is 17 and starting to be on her own now. I thought of when she was first born. How perfect her tiny body was! How she sucked so hard that when I breastfed her she made me bleed! And how I cried over it. I thought of her as a toddler, talking so perfectly at 18 months and making up songs when she was three years old.

I remembered how she was so excited about starting school. How she always had to do her hair by herself for her school pictures (and how silly she looked sometimes, but I let her do it anyway). I thought of when she was 12, and she became a cheerleader at school and how she latched on to one of the other cheerleaders as a best friend. And how, a couple years later, that best friend betrayed my daughters trust and broke her heart - and almost broke her spirit.

I thought of the times we had arguments and the times it felt like we were the best of friends, then the times came when I had to step up and be a parent and deliver the consequences for her bad decisions.

I thought of her first real boyfriend, Randall. How she was head over heels in love! How he moved up to Alaska to straighten his life out so that he could be a better person for himself and for her -- how they were having a hard time with a long distance relationship and how they started to argue. She kissed a boy one night at a party and the word got back to Randall. She tried to call him but couldn't get through to him, she wanted and needed to explain. And I'll never forget when she got that call from Alaska, telling her that Randall had died in a car accident on the way home from work. My poor, beautiful, broken hearted baby.

And then all of the other things that came into and out of her life, shaping her into the wonderful, loving, caring and absolutely the funniest person on the planet.

I just stood in the shower, thinking of her, shampooing my hair and crying.. It's so hard to let our children go! For some reason, letting her go is much more difficult for me than it was with her older brother... I guess just because she's a girl.

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salute mother, salute sister in experiences,
you touched my soul with your words, like it works in the song " killing me softly" you know . Oh yes it is not easy to let them go, but we need to do it. Its a present to see them growing up and its although a present to experience the kind of life they chose, and to realize the meaning of their own fate with deep respect for their own special way.


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Oh, I so agree!

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