By Kristina Cerise
As the parent of a young daughter, I am on the receiving end of frequent “Wait ‘til she’s dating” comments. The implication is that I should be dreading the day she is ready to date. But, the truth is that I want Daughter to date. In fact, I hope she dates a lot. A lot of people. A lot of times.
I want her to practice getting in—and out—of relationships.
I want her to learn to identify the personality traits that bring her joy as well as those that bring sorrow.
I want her to learn how to heal a broken heart without growing the scar tissue of bitterness.
I want her to learn that “something is better than nothing” is faulty arithmetic.
I want her to learn to be comfortable alone and how to make the most of the periods of solitude.
I want her to have epic tales of horrible first dates with which to entertain her friends and family.