Well, it happened.
Seven years went by and my little girl is now a teenager. Thirteen.
I won’t say, “where has the time gone?” because I know I have lived the past 7 years with passionate intention. I vividly remember every thread of beauty and pain that has woven our lives together. I knew from the first week she graced my life that God’s hand was on her life. I’ve seen it in a million ways. I look forward to seeing His plan for her years.
She sure is beautiful. Inside and out.
Here’s a quick rundown of my girl @ 13:
- She has come to love sports. Right now she’s playing basketball, next will be track or tennis she says.
- She hates band. I’m not even sure if she really even knows how to play the drums…..
- She can’t help but “mother” the younger kids. Its so obvious what the right thing is to do that it drives her crazy to see them disobey.
- She says she is never going to cut her hair
- She is sort of obsessed with wanting an iPhone 6. Apparently that is how middle-schoolers judge your coolness. By your phone.
- She loves shoes.
- She hates to read.
- She makes me laugh. A lot. She has a great sense of humor.
- She is in all Pre-AP classes. Which is hard.
- She eats gluten free.
- She is tough. Resilient even.
- We joke that she has the emotional range of a teaspoon (a quote from Harry Potter). Basically, she doesn’t cry at movies or get her feelings hurt easily. Surely God will use this…
I adore this girl. She is a rock of support and a beacon of hope when I’m drowning in parenting (the other 6) problems.
Right now she doesn’t love all the choices I make in her best interest. I look forward to the day when parenting her isn’t my priority, the days when we are friends. Because I’ll think she’ll be my BFF.