My firstborn, my baby, has somehow turned thirteen.
Somewhere in the midst of finger paints and Polly Pockets and baby dolls, I lost sight of my little girl and turned around and found this halfway woman.
I am not exactly sure what to do with this new responsibility. As thousands of parents who have gone before me, I find myself faced with the care and raising of a teenager.
At times, she is still a little girl. She wants to be a little girl. She wants to dress up and play with her little sisters. She dresses her baby doll. Other times, she is already an adult. She makes adult choices and even acts maturely. She reads more adult books (my whole Karen Kingsbury collection). She wants to be grown up.
And all the while, I too am in this limbo. Do I discipline her as a child or as an almost adult? Do I teach her as a child or as an almost adult?
I pray. And pray. And then pray some more.
I thank God that I am and have been the mother of this wonderful person.
I thank God that have been privileged to be her mother and her teacher. I can truly say that I haven't missed very many minutes with her. And I have still many minutes to look forward to.
And then I pray that I will be the woman I want her to be. And I pray that I will have enough love and enough patience. I pray that at the end of the day, she will also thank God for me and that she will also pray for me.
Happy Birthday, Kathryne!