Mornings used to be my time, I live in a house with three girls who like to sleep in. They would sleep and I could get stuff done. The last few days getting out of bed has been difficult. I found myself staring at G again this morning, wondering what the future will bring. Wishing that I could absorb every ounce of pain that she is about to endure. I was looking at her beautiful blond hair and found myself getting sad that chances are she is going to lose it. Then it hit me, from the day she was born we tried to focus her on being pretty on the inside. I think there are times when what we try to teach our children and what we really do teach them are entirely different things. I started to feel like an ass for worrying about it. Good grief.