It’s hard to believe that soon you will be a teen. Thirteen!
I am slowing down to see you, there in your blossoming glory (oh yes, I see you rolling your eyes at this declaration).
Where has the time gone? They warned me about this when you were just a handful of squishy skin with a toothless grin. I try not to gasp out loud at the realization that we only have five more years until you launch from the nest.
You are lovely. A peculiar treasure—trying desperately to fly yet frustrated it’s not yet time to call the shots.
You find yourself hovering in that cocoon space, caught in the middle of where you once were and where you want to be—one foot in girlhood, the other in womanhood.
Your persistence toward independence and resistance toward the full responsibility required to do so, makes it challenging to find your footing in the midst of rocky ground and shifting hormones.
You have waded past the shallows but not yet ready to plunge into the deep.
You are learning to express herself with loud colors and a determined voice. You are a patchwork quilt, not yet finished but well on your way.
I spy the one who made me a Mom, there in the midst of blur and beauty. I smile as I pause and see you, as you are.
You. Bold and eager.
You. Soon to be, butterfly.
You. A prelude. A masterpiece of His handiwork.
Welcome to thirteen, daughter!It looks like a mixed bag of crazy and confetti falling on you all at once. #thirteen Click To Tweet
You long to be both normal and unique at the same time. You want to blend in with your friends, but not so much that you are ignored.
You test out the waters and splash around, trying to look cool as you figure out where you are exactly in this sea of change. You laugh loud, yell louder and assert yourself in messy ways as you navigate this uneven terrain.
You are embarrassed when I point out the changes taking place as your form shifts. Although you pretend you are thoroughly annoyed when I ask if you have questions…you secretly don’t hate the attention.
You put on your hipster bag, oversized sweatshirt and leggings and head out the door. I call out, reminding you to cover your tush.
My lectures are not appreciated, yet one day you will see the thread of love and stitches of wisdom woven through these words. My expectations are often met with resistance, yet they are laced with belief that you can do great things. My shortcomings and short-fused exasperation are not something I want you to replay, yet they will provide you with plenty of material for therapy or at least the assurance that you don’t have to be flawless to be a woman.
You are persistent. You are smart and beautiful.
As you spread your wings of femininity, may you discover that the vibrant combination of boldness and tenderness is a gift to behold.
Even though we don’t often see eye to eye right now, I won’t stop making eye contact with you. I want you to know my acceptance throughout every stage. My love does not waver even as we fumble through this awkward dance.
I am sorry for all the times I’ll mess things up, for all the misunderstandings, during this clash of hormones as we try to find our groove.
But through it all, know that this part of the process is crucial as we work together to prepare you for flight. It might not feel like it right now, but you are emerging into a rare beauty that will grace this world with both strength and dignity.I am proud of who you are, not just who you will become. Click To Tweet
I love you daughter. Welcome to thirteen!
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