My baby girl turned 13 today.
A teenager. Really? I am the mom of a teenager. Oh.My.Gosh. We are three years away from a driver's license, and five away from graduating high school. And it's going to come all too soon, isn't it? Those older moms always tell you that childhood goes by quickly, and when you are in the middle of diaper changes, tantrums, nap schedules, toy dumping, and graffiti artists, you think you are lucky to survive to the time daddy comes home.
But now, with 13 years of motherhood under my belt, I can echo the chorus: It does go by fast. I am staring at my daughter who is almost as tall as I am and I am blown away. She's funny, and smart, and can be wonderfully empathetic and helpful. When she chooses to be. She is 13, after all.
She came floating down the stairs this morning from her bedroom, very pleased with the fact that she is officially a teenager. I think this is a big milestone in her mind, and you could tell she was enjoying the grown-up-sounding-ness of it.
Emma said what she really wanted for her birthday was to watch some PG-13 movies- namely Harry Potter movies. We've only let the kids watch The Sorcerer's Stone, The Chamber of Secrets, and The Prisoner of Azkaban, and Emma has been dying forever to watch the others. So I picked Emma up from school at lunch time, and we came home for lunch and a Harry Potter watching marathon.
When everyone had made it home, Emma pounced on her presents.
Miss Book Worm got several books.