Bracing Myself

The time is almost here.  I am 9 days away from being a mother of a Teenager. 

I'm not afraid.  I can do this.  (You're making a care package for me, right?  Wine please... red, white... I don't care.)

The only thing that gets me about this is how quickly it arrived.  And how quickly she thinks this means she's "grown-up".  Oh Honey... you are far from it, let that be known from now until you are, well... let's see?  When are we really "'grown up"?

In my mind I'm 26. (I'm far from that now.)  I liked 26 a lot.  I felt very comfortable with myself,  I trusted my heart and mind and married a wonderful person.  I was also living very far from family, which was sad, and yet I was on an exciting adventure living on the East Coast so there was no time to wallow, I had to go - go - go.  I was ready to be brave and see what I could do.   It was a blast!  So let me say you are grown-up at 26.  At least that's how many years it took for me to make it there - to that elusive world of "Grown-Up".

We get so few years to be young, to lack big time responsibility and consequences.  Why are some so quick to leave that safety bubble?  Sl-o-o-o-o-w Do-o-o-own.

Tomorrow she will update me that it is 8 days until she's 13 years old.  (How's my care package coming along? ;-> )

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  1. Ahhh...the memories to be made! Teens, you gotta love 'em!

  2. Your care package needs to include a list of daily affirmations telling you that you are a good person if your daughter is anything like mine! My son turns 13 in January and I know it will not be as much of an issue as when my daughter hit that magic age. Obviously I love them both equally but clearly the boy loves me more than the girl does! =))) Sending you some love now!

    You are a wonderful mom.
    You are loving, giving and caring.
    You don't have to be perfect.
    You are human and to be human is beautiful even when you feel ugly.

    Just repeat as needed! =)

  3. Just a couple days until your the mom of a teen if my calculations are right! Some how I have survived 9 1/2 months, but there are some days that I don't know how. 98% of the time it is a breeze, but those other 2%, are enough to make me jump off a bridge. Like not wanting to go to school - really how DO YOU MAKE a 100 lb person get out of bed, and walk to the bus stop? When they are little you can just pick them up and put them in the car?


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