I woke up this morning the mother of a teenager. Though the odds were in her favor, I just didn't think it would get here so fast.
My long curled girl who watched Barney endlessly, is now insisting that she is old enough for a boyfriend. Though she still prefers her running shorts, she came home from shopping with a pair of designer jeans and a stylish shirt that didn't have any sports advertising on it. She even wore her hair down the other day long enough for it to dry!
I am cautiously excited about the whole thing. So, far it has been a wonderful roller coaster with her: many turns and hills; much laughter and enthusiasm.
She has this amazing ability to give and see beauty in everybody and everything around her.
My reservation about the whole teenage deal comes from the fact that I am on board but I am definitely not the one in control of the roller coaster, and the kicker is... neither is she!
1 comment:
So true and so well written. I wish in a way that there was a way that it was either you or her in control, but then it would be too hard... seriously, if it was you in control-you know things would still be crazy she is a teenager and you don't want that pressure. and if it was her in control then she would completely be at fault. Just hang in tight and enjoy the ride! :) Jenorey
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