Thirteen years ago today, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Thirteen years. Wow. I am now the mother of a teenager. Wow.
She is our first born, the one who received our fledgling parenting skills, the one with whom I discover my inadequacies and flaws as I mother her.
She is the energy in our home. She keeps us on our toes. She cannot go for 10 minutes without singing something or breaking into some kind of dance move. She is creative, intense, funny, sometimes sarcastic, and always wanting to be “in the know.”
She has found her passion in theater and dance. Her room is usually a disaster, but if you move something around in there, she immediately knows. If someone in the family is missing something, she’s the one who probably knows where it is or can find it.
She has no interest in organized team sports, but she loves to be outside. A pool is one of her favorite places to be.
She has gotten quite good at pointing out her parents’ inconsistencies. She would make a good lawyer. She has a keen mind and an eye for what would make a good photo. Making, and eating, brownies and air-popped popcorn are her new specialties.
She is persuasive and persistent. Her faith is maturing and she often wrestles with the “big” issues.
I love her with all that’s in me and I am so incredibly thankful that God chose to bless us with her.
Welcome to your teenage years, my daughter. Your mom loves you more than you could ever know. Happy Birthday.