One of those Daughters

I am not "one of those mothers." They are known in the theatre world as "stage mothers," living vicariously through their child's very special accomplishments and driving everyone from the child to the director to the lights guy absolutely insane about how very special their kid is and how they need very special accommodations (like the lead role) in order to shine ever-so-specially. I have normal kids that do normal things and make normal mistakes and argue with each other in abnormally loud voices. I am more of the "hanging on by the seat of my pants" sort of mother, lovingly planning, cooking, reading aloud and driving places to which they must be driven. Note, I never promised "patiently" just lovingly.  I can often be heard to exclaim, exasperated; "what do you mean, we're out of erasers/shampoo/crickets AGAIN!?"

So it is through no merit of mine that my Lily has become "one of those daughters" that you want to write about, you just can't help it. She has finished writing her first book.
Since the month of May, she has spent every morning writing, on a schedule she set for herself, for at least 2 hours a day. I read her first draft last week, and upon her request, suggested some changes. She added 3000 words this week to make one of those changes. The book is young adult sci-fi/fantasy. I really enjoyed reading it, the pace is fast and the telling of it infused with humor. Nice job, sweetie.