cause essay "guts"

What if she meets some not-so-nice people? She's so trusting and naive, a perpetrators dream. When she was little, I was so afraid she'd be kidnapped. My social butterfly, she would talk to anyone, so of course I stepped up my defenses, always the watchful mother. I tried to teach her how to spot the "bad guys." I hope I taught her enough.

Will she call me every day? At least every other? I've worked so hard at this fine example of a mother/daughter relationship. It scares me to death to think of not being one of the biggest parts of her life. I tried to show her how to be one of the "good guys." I hope I showed her enough.

Then there were all of those skinned knees, broken hearts and flat tires. Coming to her rescue. Felling her pain and knowing that my help came from just being there for her. I hope I cared enough.