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What To Do When Your Little Girl Leaves Home

Today I am NOT going to be talking about marketing.

It is the farthest thing from my mind right now.

And I also will NOT be telling you anything about writingsales copy... and I probably won't help you come up withyour next USP either.

Today my little girl is starting her first day of school,and frankly... I'm upset about that.

In fact... if I think about it for too long, I actually getdownright depressed.

You see, 10 years ago, when my sons were younger and theystarted their first day of Kindergarten (and by-the-way,wouldn't you think that should be spelled with a "d" insteadof a "t") -- I had more of a "normal" business running myfinancial planning firm and I worked in a "traditional"office, which was outside of my home.

And since I wasn't working in my house at the time, I neversaw my sons during school hours anyway. So I didn't reallyfeel the same sense of "loss" I'm feeling now.

The last 5 years have simply been wonderful for me.

First off, after having 2 sons... I finally had a girl.

In the beginning, before she was born... bluntly, I wasscared shitless about this.

After all, I didn't grow up with any sisters... and I justdidn't think I'd know what to "do" with her.

But here's what she's taught me:

1. There really IS a "clothing and shoes" genetic componentin female DNA. And... it gets activated pretty early.

2. Girls really DO mature faster than boys -- much faster.And so now I completely understand why girls your agealways want to date boys older than you, when you're ateenager.

3. When your daughter looks at you with "those eyes" andsays "Daddy ple-e-e-ase", you really will do whatever shewants -- regardless of how much of a "firm" disciplinarianyou are.

4. When sisters and brothers fight, the girl is ALWAYSright.

5. And lastly, my daughter taught me I don't have to losemy patience when my kids frustrate me. After all, it isliterally impossible for anyone with a conscience, to geteven mildly pissed off at someone so loving and cuddly.

Although I REALLY and truly will enjoy the extra time I'llnow get to spend with my wife (and if truth be told... theextra work I'll get to accomplish), I will miss my daughterterribly, and I will never ever forget the last5-and-a-half years of my life.

I have enjoyed every single drawing she made for me, whilesitting next to me on "her" side of the desk (and, I've keptevery one of them -- even the one's with the beads glued onthem)... I melted along with every single grin she flashedat me... and I smiled ear-to-ear -- regardless of what Iwas in the middle of doing -- every single time sheinterrupted me to ask "Daddy, can I sit on your lap?"

In fact, the truth is, as much fun as I've had... when itcomes down to it, I probably should have paused and enjoyedmy time with her, even more.

After all, I've only got 45 or 50 years left here -- whymiss out?

I know it's time for her to grow up, but... one thing's forsure: We'll be making even more memories together startingthis afternoon, when we pick her up from school at 2:05p.m.

Now go hug your kids... and then go sell something,

Craig Garberhttp://www.kingofcopy.com

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Craig Garber

Craig Garber is America's top direct-response copywriter. Join the ranks of the swelling list of global VIP's who subscribe to his unconventional daily marketing moments, and discover how to seriously crank up your sales at http://www.kingofcopy.com.


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