I had all these suggestions and ideas about what we should be doing to make things right. It felt like even though I didn't have all of the answers, I had at least this one. The one that could make all the difference in the outcome. I preached and whined about how she's going to grow to resent everyone around her who wasn't taking the time to at least try and now I have a realization that perhaps, maybe, I'm the one who's being resented because I stepped in too much, I tried too hard, I forced myself into a situation that didn't require my involvement. Maybe it's just a phase; maybe things will get better. Maybe she'll one day seem to need me again.