fret is what it is all about

at 11, when there's no one infatuated with her, you fret. hey! my daughter's the nicest, prettiest, most kindest girl i know of that age, even if i do say so myself. what's wrong with the guys of her peers?! then, when there are people infatuated with her, you fret also. the definition of motherhood, the job scope of mothers, apparently, is to fret. fret when they do, fret when they don't. fret when they are not pretty enough, fret when they are too pretty. how maniac when compared to fathers' bah humbug attitudes. men have it good. i'll like to see their faces when their daughters finally bring boys home to meet their good ole' dads.