“Someone” Is Turning 13. That “Someone” Is Not Me

Today is a pretty important day in my world.
Today my oldest daughter becomes a teenager.
That can’t be possible!
Oh yes it is.

I have prepared for this birthday since the day she was born.
Everyone tells you how awful teenagers can be.
How snarly and mean they are.
How they hate you for five long years then you get them back when it’s all over.
You know, when they are in college.
And need money.

 

When you are holding your newborn baby, it is so hard to imagine them ever loathing you.
They need you so much and look at you with these eyes that show their complete faith and adoration in you.
When Annie was just a toddler and a very clingy one at that, I could never fathom that she would ever want to leave my side let alone not want to be around me that much.

 

But that time has come.
She is officially a teenager.
We have seen a tiny glimpse of the ugliness that the teen years can rear but nothing too awful.
Nothing that we hadn’t been warned of or told that would happen by now.
Of course, we are just dipping our toes in the water.

But…..

She still likes to be around us, which I’m told is huge.
She still likes to go shopping with me, have family movie night and have lunch alone with one or both of us.
She has even chosen to hang out with us instead of her friends on occasion as well.
Maybe that was because she had strep.

But she is growing up….

 

She just went to the movies with a group of girlfriends alone for the first time.
EEK.

She is getting a cell phone.
SIGH.

She is wearing makeup.
GASP.

She listens to her music a little louder in her room.
OH BOY.

She wants to be a cheerleader and put soccer on the back burner.
WHYYYYY??

All “normal” teenager things.
So why does it scare me so much?

Maybe because it means she is getting older.
Which in turn means we are getting older.
Maybe it’s because she is only five years away from not having to live with us anymore.
Only five years away from not having to being a “full-time” member of this family.

So this makes me want to cling onto her like I am on the edge of a cliff.
I don’t want her to grow up so fast and go away.
Okay maybe on those snarky days but for the most part I don’t.
I always want to know she is just down the hall in her bedroom talking to her friends about boys, makeup and what their weekend plans are.
Did you know they make weekend plans now???
I know it’s premature to think about these things but it is getting closer and closer each year and getting very hard to ignore.

I love being her mommy.
Now just “mom”.
And I look forward to all the great changes to come.
But for now I just want to enjoy the music down the hall and know that we have her to ourselves.
At least for five more years.

10 thoughts on ““Someone” Is Turning 13. That “Someone” Is Not Me

  1. Shannon from Deepest Worth

    Happy Birthday to your girl! I loved this post and someday she will read it and love it, too.
    My daughter is well into her teenage years now and I am here to tell you that I think teenage girls get a bad rap sometimes. She still likes being around us and we really still like being around her, too.
    So, fear not!
    And that part about them leaving for college someday in the not so distant future? Ugh!!! I get it.

  2. RALee

    Beautiful post! She is one awesome kid or should I say teen. Make sure you give yourself a pat on the back because she is a kind, sweet, fun, funny ( that infectious laugh:)), smart, playful, person because of you.

  3. Sue Diamond-Phillips

    That made me start crying, just so you know. It was beautiful, awesome, sad, horrible – you know what i mean. It just really does go so fast and as much as i want to go to the bathroom alone, i also want to freeze time. I hope it's a wonderful day for her and you!!!

  4. Laila @OnlyLaila

    Happy Birthday to your daughter! I have a 14 year old niece and I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. Hard to believe she's in high school now. And when I look at my son, I know time is flying by!

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